Part 2

“Morning.” Harry heard a voice say as he fumbled for his glasses and slipped them on, his cousin coming into focus. “Breakfast’s nearly ready.” And with that, a disgustingly cheery Richard left him alone. It was morning, why was the man so happy?

“Ok.” Harry muttered as he got out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes.

“I was thinking of visiting a friend of mine at the university today. Want to come?” Richard asked Harry as he stumbled into the kitchen, practically sleepwalking. He knew that Harry could appear alert the second he woke up if he felt there was need, but most mornings he seemed to feel content to act like a normal teenage zombie in the morning.

“My appointment with Gwen isn’t till five.” Harry said, and Richard grinned, pleased that Harry seemed to want to talk with Gwen. Calling her had been the right thing to do. It had only been six days but he could see a small improvement, and Harry seemed a little less tense now that he was talking to someone.

“I think you’ll like Louie.” Richard said as he handed Harry a cup of tea. Harry refused to drink coffee, which was fine with Richard since he’d only started stocking the stuff for Anita. Dealing with her without coffee was just something no sane person attempted.

“Is he a werewolf too?” Harry perked up, eager to meet another werewolf like Richard.

“Wererat.” Richard said.

“Wererat? Someone really needs to write new books in England.” Harry said as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You could.” Richard suggested.

“Right… No thank you, I have enough trouble with fame as it is.” Harry said with a shudder making Richard laugh.

“How will you handle that at Salem?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Handle what? Didn’t realise James Black is famous.” Harry said with a grin.

“Is that legal?” Richard wondered.

“Yep, there are no laws against only using part of your name.” Harry said with a wink.

“Clever.” Richard nodded approval, and only after that did Harry un-tense. Richard hadn't even been aware he had been. He sighed. Two steps forward and one step back. Still, at least they were making progress.

“I thought so too.” Harry beamed as he ate his cereal, lost in thought. Richard left him to it, eating his own breakfast. He knew when Harry fell silent like that to just let him be, and that he’d talk when he was ready. “Richard?” Harry said tentatively a few minutes later.

“Yes Harry?” Richard replied.

“Isn’t the full moon tomorrow?” Harry said tentatively. Richard put his spoon down. He'd been wondering if Harry would ask about that.

“Yes it is. You know I won’t hurt you.” Richard assured him, and then swallowed nervously. The next two days would be the test of whether Harry really did accept his condition, not that he’d actually get to see anything if Richard got his way. Unless of course Richard got into a fight.

“I know.” Harry met Richard’s eyes, emerald depths calm and trusting. Richard felt some his tension ease. Harry really trusted him, not an easy feat for the young Wizard. “What exactly will happen? Do you stay here or do you have a special place to go? What’ll happen to me?” Harry's questions spilled forth now that he'd broached the subject.

“The pack has a place in the woods so that we can hunt. Never, no matter where you are, go into the woods on the night of a full moon. Once caught up in the hunt a lot of shifters will go for anything that seems like prey.” Richard warned Harry who nodded seriously. “I’ll be back by morning but I’ll sleep for a good portion of the day. Do you want to stay here by yourself for the night? I was thinking of asking Larry, a co-worker of Anita’s and a Federal marshal, to stay with you. He’s a good man and will protect you if anything happens while I’m gone.” Richard said. This was a gamble. Harry might not want to stay with another Necromancer. And Richard wouldn't blame him.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine by myself.” So, he didn't want to. Why, instead of the relief he'd expected he'd feel for accurately predicting Harry's answer, was Richard upset?

“Are you sure? Jean-Claude’s still insisting on meeting you and there’s nothing stopping him from showing up while I’m gone.” Richard said, finally figuring out what it was. He was worried that if Larry wasn't here, Harry would have no one to protect him.

“But vampires can’t get in without an invite, right?” Harry asked with a frown.

“Yes, you're right, but still…” Richard trailed off, uncomfortably aware that he sounded like a worried parent, like his mother. For the first time, there wasn't an automatic clench of his heart at the thought of one of his dead family. Oh, it still hurt that they were gone, but with Harry here to take his focus off his own life, Richard's grief had diminished. It hurt, it would always hurt, but the pain was no longer new, more like an old scar, comfortable and familiar, although still tender to touch.

“Richard, I’ll be fine.” Harry said with amusement before leaving the kitchen to go get ready for the day.

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“You sure you’ll be alright?” Richard fussed. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes as Jason hid a snicker behind his hand.

“Positive. Worst comes to worst I have an emergency portkey straight to Auror HQ. Get going before your wolves think you’ve gone missing or something.” Harry ordered exasperatedly.

“I’ll be back in the morning.” Richard promised.

“You said that already. Go! The sun sets in half an hour. I promise, I won’t leave the house and I’ve set up some low-level wards and alarms. No one’s getting near without me knowing. Shang-Da, Jamil, can you guys carry him out?” Harry asked, and grinned as Jason cracked up and Jamil smiled. Even Shang-Da curved his lips.

“Brat! Alright, I’m going.” Richard said, pretending to huff even as he ruffled Harry's hair. Harry dodged back with a laugh. It pained Richard to see how easily he avoided him, the obvious skill practise of years of needing to dodge.

“Be careful.” Harry smiled at him, running his fingertips over Richard's hand in his own version of a good-bye handshake.

“You too.” Richard told him. Harry watched as they drove off before shutting and locking the door. He switched the TV on and flopped on the couch, content to watch some mindless American drivel for the night. He knew there was no point in trying to sleep with Richard out in the woods somewhere.

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“Richard.” Anita greeted him.

“Anita.” He answered.

“Where’s Harry tonight?” Anita asked him in concern. The day after Gwen came Anita had phoned Richard to apologise. He'd accepted, and even let her apologise to Harry, who had waved it off. Anita hadn't been satisfied with that, and she'd suggested they spend some time together; to make sure Harry didn't have another reaction to her and her magic. Harry had agreed, and Anita had taken him home, with Jamil along for the ride, and introduced him to Nathaniel. The two got on really well, and Nathaniel had convinced Anita to take them to the movies and for ice cream afterwards. Harry said he'd had a great time. He still wouldn't be alone with Anita, but he was fine when someone else he knew was in the room. Anita had to be content with that.

“Why do you want to know?” Richard asked her, although he thought he could guess. He was pleased that Anita was taking her duty to care for Harry so seriously. It would be no use to step in after something happened to Richard. Anita had to gain Harry's trust now, and Richard was pleased she seemed to realise that, although she had a lot of work ahead of her.

“Larry mentioned he might be keeping him company.” Anita told him.

“He’s not. Harry’s safe where he is.” Richard said.

“What are you protecting him from? This?” Anita asked with a frown, waving her hand around to indicate the lupanar.

“No, Harry knows and accepts what I am. He doesn’t care that all his friends here are shifters, it honestly doesn’t bother him.” Richard said happily.

“Then what?” Anita asked in confusion.

“You and Jean-Claude.” Richard answered honestly. It was the least he could do for her. He would let her try to gain Harry's trust; after all, he had been the one to ask her to take care of Harry if anything happened to him, but that didn't mean he would let her drag Harry into her own messed up life while he was around to prevent that.

“Me? I’ve only met him twice, and I wouldn’t hurt a kid.” Anita protested.

“It took nearly an hour to calm him down after you left the first time. The last Necromancer he met killed a school mate of his and nearly killed him.” Richard told her quietly. He hadn't explained to her before why Harry had freaked out, but he felt that she deserved to know.

“I didn’t know. Have you thought about getting him to see someone?” Anita said, frowning slightly in guilt and worry.

“He is and he’s making progress. Eventually he’ll need to see you alone and let you touch him with your power, but not yet.” Richard said seriously.

“Let me know when.” Anita jumped in.

“Eager to help?” Richard asked with a smile.

“He’s just a kid Richard, he’s what? Thirteen?” Anita said in exasperation.

“Sixteen actually.” Richard corrected her.

“Doesn’t look it.” Anita said, this time with a more suspicious frown.

“I know. You should join your Pard. The moon is rising.” Richard told her, even as he held her hand. Anita smiled at him.

“I’m sorry I hurt him.” She apologised again. Richard stared at her with amber eyes. Then he nodded and moved away.

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Harry was startled out of his doze by one of his wards being triggered. He’d already slipped into his battle robes and his wand was ready. He stayed still, waiting and listening, but there was nothing to hear. The sudden knock on the door nearly made him jump.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“I am Requiem, I wish to speak with you Harry Potter.” Harry heard a voice say as he opened the door a crack.

“Have you ever been invited in?” Harry asked casually. How he could tell he didn't know, but the person on the other side of the door felt magical to him. Magic full of darkness and silence. Grave silence.

“I swear I haven’t.” The vampire said. Harry stared at him, avoiding his eyes, and trying to judge his sincerity. Finally he opened the door fully, allowing them to see each other properly. Harry was surprised by the appearance of the vampire, with his black hair and blue eyes he looked a bit like Sirius, even more so that the part fey biology teacher Ethan he'd met.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked.

“First, I need to apologise for bringing attention to you. I should not have reacted the way I did. I may have unintentionally put you in danger and that was not my wish.” The vampire, Requiem, said seriously. Harry was unimpressed with this apology. Anita's hadn't been too good either, but at least he'd been able to tell she was sincere, and that, more than anything else she'd done, had impressed Harry. It was so rare for him to find someone who was sincere like she was. And, she'd made up for it in his books by introducing him to Nathaniel. Harry really liked Nathaniel.

“Apology accepted.” he said though. After all, it wouldn't do to stupidly offend the vampire. And he could accept the apology. It didn't mean he'd forgive the vampire any time soon.

“Thank you. Is it true that you will be Lord Black once of age?” Requiem asked him, his voice intense. Harry hesitated; there was something very important about his answer he felt. He could feel the magic building in the air, the vampire's reacting to his but he didn’t know why.

“Yes, I am my godfather’s heir. I will be of age next summer and will take up my full responsibilities then.” He admitted at last, and stared in shock as the vampire dropped to one knee.

“I wish to re-affirm my allegiance to the House of Black. Before I died I was a Black, and once I died it was no different. My Master acknowledged my prior debt, but my family disowned me, so I was free to follow my new Master. But now the House of Black rises again with a new Lord and the oldest debt, of Blood and Family call to me. My Lord, I am yours to command.” The vampire bowed his head.

“What? Why?” Harry blurted out, bewildered.

“My name in life was Orion Black. Great grandson of Phineas Nigellus Black. Grandson of Arcturus Black. Son of Callidora Black and her husband Harfang Longbottom, who took the name Black when he married into the family. I was a squib and their only son. When my parents learnt of my fate they cast me from the family, leaving only their daughter, a witch and my sister, as their heir.” Requiem explained.

“Sirius mentioned you once, though he didn’t tell me you were a vampire. You’re his great something uncle.” Harry told the vampire.

“Yes, I am sorry he cost you your family.” Requiem said.

“Sirius was innocent.” Harry said angrily. Requiem looked up, shocked. “He was framed by another one of their friends who is still on the loose. Sirius died protecting me.” Harry said, and shut his eyes, fighting tears and gasped as the magic swelled a final time, taking hold of him. He opened his eyes and held out his hand, the Black Family Ring appearing on it when he knew he’d left it in his trunk. “Rise Orion Black. You are a son of the Black Family for all time. Your allegiance lies with us alone. Forsake all former ties you once had and come back to the Blood that you came from. To betray us is death. You have the protection of the Noble House of Black again.” Harry said, barely aware of what he was saying. He didn’t know where the words came from, as he did his best not to drown in the waves of magic swamping him. He didn't understand, nothing like this had happened when he’d accepted Draco as a Black. He gasped again as his magic flared a final time, extending to wrap around the now standing vampire before plunging into him. Requiem fell, gasping for unneeded air, staring at Harry in shock as the teen also collapsed. As suddenly as it had begun it stopped and everything was silent, only their heavy breathing could be heard. Not even a trace of the magic remained.

“Are you hurt My Lord?” Requiem asked quietly.

“I’m alright, just a little tired. Don’t call me that though, my name’s Harry.” Said Harry, even as he knelt gasping for breath.

“As you wish M…Harry. Can you stand?” Requiem asked him. Harry glared at him.

“Can you? I’m not the one who had someone else’s magic shoved through them.” He said huffily.

“I believe so.” Requiem said. However it took two tries and a little help from Harry who cautiously left the safety of the house before he managed to eventually stand.

“How did you get here? I don’t see a car.” Harry said as he looked around.

“I flew.” Requiem said shortly, still a little dizzy from the magic backlash he'd gone through.

“Can you get back?” Harry asked him curiously. The vampire looked kind of wobbly. Like a muggle-born first year at their first flying lesson on a broom, Harry decided.

“Not at the moment.” Requiem admitted after a short while. Harry thought about it for a few moments.

“Don’t tell Richard I did this then. Come on in Requiem.” He said. The vampire shot him a surprised yet grateful look as they went in, Harry hovering at his elbow in case he needed help.

“Thank you Harry.” He said gratefully.

“Do you need anything?” Harry asked him. He had nothing better to do than play host he supposed. And he should probably look up what you were supposed to do for magical backlash like that although where he’d begin he had no idea, and what he was supposed to do with a vampire anyway? Harry breathed deeply, trying to focus his churning thoughts.

“Nothing you can give me.” Requiem said with a careful smile. At Harry’s puzzled look he continued. “I need to feed again.”

“Oh. Um… you won’t decide I look tasty will you?” Harry asked nervously. Helping was one thing, being the vampire's meal? He wasn't quite ready for that, no matter how good Jason claimed it felt.

“No, I couldn't. You are my Lord and I am bound to you. I can't roll you to make it pleasant, and to harm you would break my oath. Do you know what the consequences of breaking a magical oath are?” Requiem asked him. Harry winced.

“Ouch, okay, I understand. Will you be able to get home without feeding though?” he said. The vampire still looked a bit pale to him, but then, for all he knew it was his natural colour.

“In a little while. I will do what I can to distract Jean-Claude’s attention from you.” Requiem told him, closing his eyes to rest.

“Thank you.” Harry said gratefully. Honestly, he didn't mind too much about the Master Vampire. He was confident Richard could handle it. Harry was more concerned about Richard.

“It is the least I can do.” Requiem protested about Harry's thanks. They fell silent but Harry could almost feel Requiem wanting to ask him something. Actually, when he thought about it Harry actually could feel Requiem, sort of hovering at the back of his head in his own little bubble of emotions. And Harry was picking up on him. It was almost like mind reading. Except not.

“What is it?” Harry asked exasperatedly when Requiem had failed to talk for about half an hour. The longing in his mind, now that he was aware it was there, was getting uncomfortable.

“Why did you accept me back into the family? I am a vampire and a Squib.” Requiem asked quietly. Harry looked away, uncomfortable about a topic that might reveal something of himself to the vampire.

“I know what it’s like to not be accepted because you’re different. It’s not fair that they did that to you. I…I had to make it right. I know Sirius would have done the same.” Harry said, pleased with the conviction in his voice. Because really, when he thought about Sirius, past the guilt and the hurt and everything else, he wasn't sure Sirius would have accepted him. Harry had loved Sirius dearly, but when he looked clearly, like Hermione had, even he could tell that Sirius had been about as responsible and mature as well, Ron probably. It hurt Harry to think that, but it was true. And another truth he realised was that he would never know if Sirius would have accepted Orion, who called himself Requiem, because he was dead. For the first time, that thought didn't send him running to his room to comfort himself. It still hurt, but Harry could look past that, and where once there had been a gaping hole of nothing, now there was something else. He was Lord Black, and now he could see that there were other Black's beside Sirius worth knowing. Malfoy, who'd turned out ok, and Orion. And if he got right down to it, even Tonks and her family were ok, even if they did follow Dumbledore. She was only trying to do the right thing in the only way she knew how. It wasn't her fault Dumbledore was a manipulative old coot.

“Thank you. I will never be able to repay you for this. If you ever need me, call and I will come. We are tied by magic now.” Requiem said to Harry.

“I will.” Harry nodded solemnly. Requiem stood and moved to leave, and Harry followed as far as the door.

“You are a very special person Harry James Potter-Black, not because of that scar on your forehead, but because of who you are. I hope you never lose that.” Requiem said quietly. With that he was gone. Harry shut and locked the door, leaning tiredly against it. At the very back of his mind he could feel a small thread and he knew all he had to do was tug it and Requiem would be at his side as fast as vampiricly possible. And that, he supposed tiredly, was very fast indeed.

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Richard stumbled into the kitchen to see Harry at the stove, moving to whatever music was playing on his Discman. He smiled at the sight and waited patiently for the teen to notice him, not wanting to startle him since it appeared he was using magic to cook. Unless of course his pans had been taking flying lessons without his knowledge.

“Oh, hey Richard. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Harry said as he slipped his headphones off. It had been Jason who discovered that Harry had never had a Discman before coming to America, and it had been he who introduced Harry to the sorts of music that he had on now.

“No, what are you cooking?” Richard asked him.

“Brunch I guess, seeing as we both slept in.” Harry said with a smile.

“You were alright last night?” Richard asked worriedly.

“Fine, went to bed pretty late though.” Harry said, and Richard could practically feel his eyes roll, even though Harry's voice remained mild.

“I thought I smelt a vampire when I got home, did you notice anything?” Richard asked. Harry had turned back to the stove so Richard missed his wince but he did notice the change in his scent. “Harry what happened? Are you hurt?” He said in sudden concern, silently cursing whichever vampire had come. If he got hold of them he'd ...

“I’m fine. It was Requiem, he came to apologise, and that’s all.” Harry said, trying to shrug it off as unimportant.

“I don’t want them near you Harry, you don’t know what they can do.” Richard tried to explain his worry to Harry.

“Requiem can’t hurt me.” Harry said with certainty.

“Harry…” Richard started to speak but Harry interrupted him.

“No, listen Richard. Do you know what his name was when he was alive?” Harry said. It was time to tell Richard anyway. Maybe it would help him not to worry so much.

“No, what has that got to do with anything?” Richard frowned, not seeing where Harry was going with this.

“Everything, because his name was Orion Black. As in the Black family I’m heir and soon to be Lord of. He showed up, apologised and the dropped to one knee.” Harry explained.

“What?” Richard yelped.

“As of next July I will be fully Lord Black and he is a Black. He’s magically bound to the family, as are Draco and I. Neither of them can hurt me. I’d heard of him from Sirius once but he never mentioned why his however many times great-uncle was kicked out of the family. He can't hurt me now, if he disowns his name as a Black then he might be able to, but as long as he claims the Family name Black he can't hurt me. I slept in because my magic reacted to him and decided to re-instate him into the family yesterday.” Harry said, and held up his hand where the family ring still rested as proof. “This was safely locked in my trunk but somehow it appeared on my finger last night. Magic has a mind of its own sometimes and we can’t explain why some things happen, which is why he got accepted and bound back into the family again last night.” Harry finished his explanation.

“Are you alright? Should you see someone?” Richard started to fuss.

“I’m fine, I’ve heard of this happening before. When nothing happened with Draco I figured I was safe from this bit of family magic, but guess I was wrong. Although maybe it was because Draco is a Black through his mother and she was never kicked out until I did it. Or because he's alive, or a Wizard, or, well, I really don't know. Besides, Requiem took the brunt of it, the magic shoved through him. It took him two tries and my help before he could stand and it was a while before he felt up to leaving but he managed to get home.” Harry said.

“He called and told you?” Richard asked incredulously.

“No, I could feel it. Whether I like it or not I am the Head of the House of Black, and I can feel him and Draco to a lesser extent. Makes me glad that currently we’re a small family.” Harry said.

“You’re tied to a vampire!” Richard yipped again. Harry sighed and slumped against the sink.

“Technically he’s tied to me. Richard relax, stuff like this is normal; it’s how the old families work. Please don’t be mad. Any way, we could end up with a similar link if we’re not careful.” Harry said, trying to stop Richard from going into what he privately thought of as full-fuss-mode.

“What?” Richard said again, diverted at least for now from the fact that his cousin had apparently bound a vampire to him.

“I’m a Potter and you’re a Potter. You may be older but you're from a Squib line descended from the younger child, which means I outrank you in Wizarding society. You’ll be fine as long as you don’t pledge loyalty to the Potter line or me though I think.” Harry tried to reassure him.
“Hasn’t really come up before. Sit down; it's better to eat before it all gets cold. I remembered what you said about changing and meat so I cooked sausages, bacon, eggs and toast. Hope it’s okay.” Harry said as he served two plates and sat opposite his cousin. Richard allowed himself to be distracted andthey both dug in.

“This is really good.” Richard said appreciatively after he'd finished his first plate, as he loaded up another.

“Thanks, it's the first time I’ve cooked with magic. I think I prefer the old fashioned way, although I don’t mind the dishes washing themselves.” Harry admitted, looking pleased with himself.

“Better than a dishwasher.” Richard said, and they smiled at each other.

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“We’re here.” Richard announced. He looked around.

"Are you sure this is the right place Harry?" Harry looked around.

“Yeah I'm sure. I better get going. Thanks for the lift.” Harry said as he grabbed his backpack, a gift from Jason. The pack was dark green with two wolves embroidered on the front in silver, shown howling at the moon. That had earnt the surprised but pleased werewolf a quick hug. The times Harry initiated any kind of contact like that with anyone were still rare, and something to be valued. And he only did it with people he felt safe with.

“I’ll walk you over. Sure you have everything?” Richard said, once again fussing at Harry. Harry was learning to simply ignore it.

“Yes dad.” He said teasingly.

“Sorry.” Richard said sheepishly. They got out of the car and headed for the portkey station where other teens had already gathered and were watching the new arrival with interest.

“Shang-Da will pick you up and I’ll see you at dinner.” He reminded Harry, who merely smiled at him.

“I know, but you better go before you’re late for class.” he said.

“You’ll be alright?” Richard had to ask.

“Richard!” Harry exclaimed, and Richard laughed and left, leaving Harry to face his fellow students. A blond guy about his age stepped forward. Harry was instantly reminded of Draco when he'd been Malfoy, and a snotty little brat.

“You James?” He nodded warily. What did this boy want?
“I'm Josh Noel, we’re in the same year so they asked me to be your guide. You're British, right?” the other boy said, smiling at him. Ok, so maybe not like Draco when he was Malfoy.

“Yes, I moved here during the summer.” Harry said, offering his own grin.

“Love the accent. Portkey’s not for another few minutes. Your Dad didn’t look too keen on leaving you.” Noel said chattily, apparently not only willing, but eager to talk to Harry.

“He’s my cousin, my parents are dead.” Harry explained shortly. It wasn't that he was annoyed at Noel, but Harry didn't want to talk about it.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Is he a Wizard?” Noel asked.

“No, he's a Muggle, but he’s taking it well though.” Harry said.

“That’s good. I'm Pureblood myself, although you wouldn’t know it to look at me. Frankly I’d take technology over magic most days. What about you?” The other boy asked. Harry was a bit taken aback. Were all Americans as upfront as he was? Looking back on the people he'd met, Harry had to think they were. It was one thing coming from adults who might be responsible from him though, but another thing all together from a fellow student he'd only just met.

“My Dad was Pureblood, and my Mum was muggle-born. Does that matter a lot over here?” Harry asked shortly.

“Not really. Nothing like all that purity of blood trash they go on about in Europe. I mean, really stupid reason to start a war.” Noel said, a bit more quietly then he'd been talking before.

“Yeah.” Harry said shortly, feeling cross with the boy for no reason in particular.

“Get the feeling I just put my foot in it.” Noel said sheepishly. Harry sighed. This was the first person the same age who was talking to him, and he was going to be Harry's guide at school. He wasn't talking to Harry because he thought Harry was famous, he was just trying to be helpful to the new kid. And it wasn't his fault Harry was getting upset about what he'd been saying.

“Not your fault. My parents died in the war and I’ve lost friends since because of the trouble lately.” Harry said by way of apology.

“Don’t blame you for leaving. Hey, the Portkey’s ready, hang on.” Noel said, and Harry grabbed onto what looked like a piece of old playground equipment. He felt the horrible lurch of magic yanking at his stomach, and as always, he thought of Cedric, and then they were at Salem. “It’s the same one to get home." Noel explained. "What have you got first?” he asked. Harry studied the timetable he'd been sent.

“Advanced Charms with Professor Stardreamer.” He informed Noel.

“Cool, same here. Main hall first though, start of year stuff. Might call you up since you’re a transfer but you don’t have to say anything. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the group.” he said, and headed for a group of teens. Harry followed him over to the steps where a group of two guys and four girls were lounging. “Everyone! This is James Black, he’s new and from England. The guy with the three-foot ponytail is Lan Tyler, and he is our Healer. The pretty brunette next to him is Star Llewelyn, part Veela and our languages expert. The geek in glasses and with his head always in a book is Tim Knight, computer hacker extraordinaire. Rumour is he can hack anything. The red head next to him is Shelly Roberts; she transferred here two years ago from Australia and is a genius when it comes to Ancient Runes and Blood Runes, and Kanji and well, any kind of runes. The bored gypsy princess is Dumitrita, last name unpronounceable so we don’t bother with it, and you can call her Rita for short. She’s our Wicca, Herbology and Potions specialist. And last, but far from least is Nicole Pierce, Dark Arts and ritual Magic are her forte. We’re all sixth years except poor little Tim who’s only a baby fifth year but we all love him anyway.” Josh said as he grabbed Tim in a bear hug.

“Hey! Let go!” Tim howled in outrage.

“Leave him alone Josh.” Rita frowned at the blond before turning to Harry. “What’s your best subject James?” She asked politely.

“DADA.” Harry said quietly.

“Guess that pairs you with me.” Nicole smiled at him in welcome.

“I beg your pardon?” Harry asked in confusion while the rest of the group howled with laughter.

“For certain things we pair off. You and Nic should compliment each others abilities nicely.” Lan explained after he'd finished laughing.

“What’s your specialty?” Harry asked as he turned to Noel, Josh, he supposed he should start calling him now, who blushed in embarrassment.

“Oops, forgot to properly introduce myself. I am Joshua Noel, Divination and Ancient Magic specialist. I usually go with Shell, Rita hangs with Lan and Star works with Tim. Basically, for one reason or another, we’re the social outcasts here so we decided to run with that and call ourselves The Outcasts. Not very original I know but it suits us. Stick with us James, and we’ll show you the ropes.” Josh said as he threw an arm across Harry’s shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. Harry gave him a hesitant smile in return. Josh claimed they were outcasts. But they seemed happy together, and they were inviting Harry to join them, but not insisting on it. They were giving him a choice.

“Sounds interesting.” he said.

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“The Outcasts Ethan?” The headmistress looked at Ethan in dismay.

“Don’t look at me Amelia, it was Pat’s idea. Seems to have worked too.” Ethan said smugly.

“Did she see it in her tea leaves? I hope this doesn’t backfire.” Amelia frowned in disapproval.

“Think about it, they don’t care about blood, money or fame, the three things most would try to befriend Harry, I mean, James because of. Plus their connections will give him an edge. They’re all top of their classes in their specialist subjects meaning he has a well rounded support group that can and will fight to protect one of their own.” Ethan said.

“Hopefully they won’t tattoo or pierce him.” Amelia said dryly, even as she frowned at his slip. Had it really been a good idea to let Ethan guess their new student James Blacks identity?

“His choice. Better stand up, it' time for your speech.” Ethan said cheekily and Amelia Smythe shot her biology teacher a look before standing to speak.

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“Tim, could I ask you something?” a hesitant voice interrupted Tim's concentration, and he looked up from his book. Without his glasses the younger teen looked a lot like Remus except his eyes were blue instead of wolf amber.

“Shoot.” He closed his book carefully, marking his page, before giving Harry his full attention.

“You’re good with computers, right?” Harry asked slowly.

“Yep, but ignore Josh, there are some government systems I have yet to find a way to get into.” Tim said seriously.

“Okay. The thing is, except for a few basic lessons from my cousin I’ve never used a computer before.” Harry admitted. Well, stretched the truth of. Dudley had never let him on the computer, but Harry had watched him.

“And you’re taking the class. No problem, I’ll help you out. I’ll have you hacking within six months. I’ve got that class with your group anyway.” Tim said with a smile. Harry smiled back in relief, before stopping to look puzzled.

“Thanks, but isn’t hacking illegal?” he questioned.

“Only if you get caught. Finish your lunch and we’ll hit the lab, get a head start before class.” Tim said with another grin before turning back to his book.

“Thank you.” Harry said, even as Tim immersed himself in his reading.

“Don’t mention it.” He said before he began to completely ignore Harry again.

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“So, what do you think?” Lan asked Nicole as they moved to class.

“About?” Nicole asked quizzically.

“James, what else?” Lan said irritably. What else would he be talking about?

“Shy but nice. Cute too, he’ll be a real looker once he fills out. Why?” Nic asked with a shrug.

“Think he’s got what it takes to be an Outcast?” Nicole raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Lan really wanted to know; after all he'd only just met the boy, so how would he know? And why would Nicole look at him as if he was stupid for asking such a reasonable question?

“Nothing Lan. Gotta get to class. See you later.” Nicole said. With that she was gone, leaving him to stare after her in confusion.

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“Shang-Da! Over here!” Harry called out to Richard's bodyguard.

“Your ride?” Josh asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“Count on it. Call if you need any help with the work.” Josh offered.

“Thanks!” Harry said, even as he ran over to the enforcer, grinning. “I’m ready,” he announced. Shang-Da stared for a moment before getting back into the car.

“Good day?” He asked.

“Great. I think I might have some friends.” Harry said happily.

“Good. The boy you were with?” Shang-Da asked.

“His name’s Joshua Noel. The others are Lan Tyler, Timothy Knight, Star Llewelyn, Shelly Roberts, Dumitrita and Nicole Pierce. They seem nice, and Timothy’s helping me in computers. He’s only a fifth year but he’s in our class because he’s really good. Do we have time to grab something to eat before my appointment with Gwen? I’m starved.” He said, practically in one breath. Shang-Da was surprised at how animated Harry was.

“Takeout’s in back.” He said. Harry twisted around and grabbed the bag. Shang-Da watched him eat. Just one day at Salem and he was a different kid, excited and apparently genuinely happy. He listened contentedly as Harry chatted on about his day. Gwen was in for a shock. He also couldn’t wait to see Richards’ reaction.

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“Richard? I’m home!” Richard grinned at hearing that familiar voice calling out; it felt good to hear Harry call the house home.

“I'm in the kitchen!” He called, and watched as Harry ran in and laughed as he skidded half way across the room in his socks.

“Oops.” Harry said unrepentantly. He laughed again at his cousins’ sheepish expression.

“Good day huh?” Richard asked.

“Yes. It’s so different from Hogwarts. I was right about the rooms; they’re charmed so time is faster inside than out. Charms was good, only a little harder than last year so far. I don’t see the point to English yet, why do I need to know Shakespeare? I was pretty lost in computers but Timothy, my new friend, is helping me. He’s a fifth year but Joshua said he’s a computer geek and a great hacker, although I asked if that was illegal and he said only if he got caught. Chemistry is kind of like Potions and Potions is a lot easier without Snape breathing down my neck. Latin seems all right, and I can guess some of it cause most spells are in Latin. I’m really glad we went over that math stuff, because it was a big help. Ancient Magic is fascinating, and the teacher is a centaur. Back home he would have taught Divination but apparently American centaurs aren’t as obsessed with it as those in England. How’d your day go?” Richard stared in amazement at Harry, who had only stopped talking because he'd run out of breath.

“Did you breathe at all? It was fine, a bit hectic but that’s normal for the first day. Sounds like yours was busier. How did it go with Gwen?” Richard said. Harry shrugged.

“Not bad.” he said.

“You like her?” Richard asked.

“She’s okay, I guess.” Harry said. Richard was becoming a bit frustrated with these short answers.

“You just don’t like talking.” He tried to guess.

“I talk. How long do I have to see her for?” Harry asked.

“As long as you need to Harry. Any normal school would have had you seeing the counselor. With everything you’ve gone through, its standard procedure so don’t worry about it.” Richard said, trying to reassure Harry.

“If you say so. Can I go do my homework?” Harry asked him.

“You don’t have to ask. Most kids hate homework.” Richard told him with a smile.

“It’s not that bad, and besides I’m already behind enough in some of the subjects.” Harry said even as he turned to go.

“Call me if you need help." Richard said to him, and then thought. "Can anyone help you with the magical part?" he asked.

“Joshua gave me his number. Is it okay to call him?” Harry questioned.

“As long as it’s before nine.” Richard told him. Harry gave him a brilliant smile.

“Thanks.” He said, and dashed out of the room.

“Merry Christmas!” Richard said loudly. Harry sat up, a hex ready on his lips and blinked at his cousin groggily.

“What?” he mumbled when he recognised Richard.

“Merry Christmas Harry!” Richard repeated and grinned at the still half asleep teen, even as he sat on the bed.

“Do you know how close you came to getting hexed?” Harry scowled at him.

“Oops?” Richard said unconcernedly, and shrugged.
“Brought you some cocoa.” He offered. Harry slipped his glasses on and sat up to accept the mug.

“Thanks. Merry Christmas Richard. So, what do we do today?” Harry asked as he sipped his cocoa.

“What do you usually do?” Richard asked him.

“I’ve only really ever had Christmas since starting Hogwarts and I always stayed at school for the holiday. Ro... my former friend used to wake me up in a similar way to what you just did and then we’d join Herm.. the other in the common room for presents.” Harry said softly. Richard felt bad for asking, because Harry’s voice still held pain when talking about his ex-friends, but it was getting better. The half names he'd just nearly said was the biggest slip he'd made. It made Richard hope that Harry would someday be able to talk about it with him. Ro and Herm. Idly he wondered if they were both boys or a mix.

“How about after we finish our cocoa we go open the presents from each other. Jason and some of the others are coming over later for a Christmas lunch and presents. And then you can pick what we do tonight.” Richard suggested, trying to draw his cousin from whatever he was thinking about that hurt him so much Richard could smell it.

“I thought Jamil said there was some sort of get together tonight you are supposed to go to?” Harry asked him after a brief pause as he shook himself out. The scent of pain and sorrow immediately faded away. Sometimes Richard had to wonder if that was normal, or even healthy for Harry to do.

“It’s at the Circus Harry, and I’m not leaving you our first Christmas together. Besides, Jean-Claude’s organising it.” Richard said in distaste. Harry laughed, because he’d heard a lot about the various events the vampire had put on.

“You should go Richard, don’t cut yourself off from them because of me. You know Anita will show up to drag you there anyway.” Harry teased him. They grinned at each other, remembering Harry’s second and much more interesting meeting with the Necromancer. Harry seemed to like Anita now. He still wasn’t comfortable alone with her but he hadn’t had another reaction like the first one. He'd been around to see her and Nathaniel a few more times. Mostly, Harry went for Nathaniel, but he liked Anita well enough, and he was interested in all the were-leopards. Anita went out of her way to seem as unthreatening as she could when around Harry, although unthreatening for her was still pretty scary for most people. But Richard had eventually explained about the bizarre love triangle between Richard, Anita and Jean-Claude, which Harry hadn't quite understood. He'd accepted it, but his decision was mostly based on the fact that Richard loved Anita and wanted to be with her. Richard had also told him about Micah. He'd said that even though Jean-Claude, Anita and Richard were bound together, Anita was still the Nimir-Ra of the Blood-drinkers clan, and she had a magical connection which sort of made Micah, the Nimir-Raj, her boyfriend. That had confused him even more, so Richard hadn't explained anything about the incubus in Anita. It was enough that Harry accepted her because Richard loved her. Although after coming back from her house one day he'd given Richard a funny look when Jean-Claude was mentioned.

“I’ll think about it. Come on, present time.” Richard said as cheerfully as possible as he did his best to hide his nervousness. There were a few gifts that he wasn’t sure about Harry's reaction to.

“Can I get dressed first?” Harry asked with a smile.

“No, it’s tradition, we don’t get dressed till after.” Richard insisted a he scooped Harry up out of bed. Harry laughed and told Richard to put him down. Richard did so, hiding his concern that Harry, who had put on a lot of weight since he came to Richard, was still so small and light. He'd grown a bit, but not nearly as much as Richard would have thought. And it was very hard to get him to put on weight. He didn't eat as much as a growing boy should, and he often forgot meals. The two went into the living room and sat in front of the tree. Richard felt tears welling as his mind went back to last Christmas and all the ones before it. He jumped slightly as arms wrapped around him in an effort to comfort him.

“It’s okay Richard, I miss Sirius.” Harry said softly. He turned and hugged his cousin as the tears flowed, both remembering their missing family.

“Thanks, I guess I needed that.” Richard admitted after they both stopped crying.

“Me too.” Harry said, and in one of his dizzying mood changes bounced off the couch and grabbed a parcel.

“Come on! Open it!” He demanded. Richard laughed which had been Harry’s motive for the bouncing. He took the parcel and carefully began to remove the paper. “Richard!” Harry complained. Richard laughed and tore into the paper, smiling at the green woollen jumper it contained.
“All the way from England, so its real English wool.” Harry said.

“As opposed to American fake wool?” Richard drawled as he raised an eyebrow and they laughed.

“I love it thanks.” He said more seriously, and Harry smiled; suddenly shy.
“Your turn.” Richard said as he handed him a package. Harry opened it and grinned at the books inside, they were the last few of the series he was reading.

“Thanks!” He said in delight. They continued taking turns opening gifts until Harry came to one of the last. He frowned at the slender strip of leather with a buckle on it. “Huh?” he said in confusion.

“It’s only part of the present. Stay here and keep your eyes shut.” Richard said excitedly. Harry obediently kept his eyes closed, listening as Richard left the room for a minute.
“Keep them closed and put out your arms.” Richard told him, and Harry gasped at the sudden warm weight.
“Okay, you can open them now.” He said, and smiled at the look on his cousin's face. Harry stared in shock at the furry bundle in his arms as warm brown eyes stared back.

“Richard?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“He’s yours, hence the dog collar. It wasn’t a hint to start dressing like Jason.” Richard said, pleased when Harry laughed, still holding the puppy gently.

“What's wrong with the way Jason dresses?" Harry teased.
"What is he anyway?” he continued.

“A puppy.” Richard told him with a straight face. Harry glared at him and Richard relented.
“A Labrador, he’ll grow big enough that a normal person will think twice about tangling with him to get to you and they make great companions. You said you’d wanted a dog for years so…. Do you like him?” Richard looked at Harry hesitantly, wondering if he'd overstepped.

“I love him!! But, won’t there be a problem with…?” Harry hastened to reassure Richard before trailing off.

“He’s young enough that he’ll get used to me. Besides dogs are pack animals too.” Richard said comfortably.

“As long as he doesn’t think he’s dominant to you?” Harry teased and grinned when Richard groaned. Why did Anita have to tell Harry that story?
“You know, we’re kind of ending up with a zoo here.” Harry remarked.

“An owl and a dog hardly equal a zoo Harry.” Richard told him with a smile.

“Um, close your eyes and hold out your arm. Oh, and no sniffing.” Harry said as he scrambled to his feet and headed outside. He was back a few minutes later and a heavy weight settled on Richards arm.
“Go ahead.” Harry said, and the werewolf opened his eyes and blinked at the bird sitting on his arm and staring unblinkingly at him.
“He’s a barn owl, and they're really smart. Jason and Joshua helped me pick him for you. This way you have a way to contact people in the Wizarding World if Hedwig’s busy or when I go back to England. So see, zoo. I got everything you need for him too.” Harry rattled off nervously, chewing his lip pensively.

“He’s great Harry, thanks. Just keep him and Hedwig apart. I am not ready to be raising baby owls. What are you going to call him?” Richard asked, indicating the puppy once more in Harry's lap.

“Padfoot.” Harry said softly.

“A great name, I’m sure he’ll grow into it. Mind helping me name the feather duster?” Richard offered. The owl in question gave an indignant hoot and flew off to sit on the windowsill, causing Harry to laugh.

“Hmm… How about Sergius, it’s Latin for attendant, and you are a king so you need attendants.” Harry said cheekily.

“Very funny.” Richard frowned at Harry but he couldn’t keep the smile from his eyes. He’d been a little worried about Harry’s reaction to the puppy since it was black but his cousin seemed genuinely happy. Although sometimes it was hard to tell.

“I thought so. Are we done here?” Harry asked contentedly.

“No, there are two other things for you.” Richard said, and went into the room he used as an office and came out with two holiday themed envelopes.
“This one first.” He said handing one of the envelopes to Harry, who opened it and pulled out a slender blue book with the American symbol on the front. He glanced up at his cousin, confused.
“It’s an American passport. Open it.” Richard explained. Harry did and stared at the muggle photo of himself and his information listing the house as his home.

“Richard?” He asked hesitantly.

“It was something I’ve been thinking about for a while but after talking with Mrs. Smythe I decided it needed to be done. It’s proof of your citizenship Harry.” Richard said gently.

“I’m an American citizen? How?” Harry asked in amazement.

“I’m your guardian so all I had to do was fill out the paperwork.” Richard said with a shrug.

“So I belong to two countries?” Harry asked.

“Sort of. Your passport says America and British. But Mrs. Smythe explained what the British Wizarding Ministry could and probably would do to you if you went back there and were still a citizen, so the British part is only muggle. Apparently the British have muggle and magical passports. As an American/British muggle citizen only they can’t touch you just because technically you’re a dark Wizard. As far as they're concerned, Muggle British doesn't count as British with them so long as you have a Wizarding passport somewhere else, so you're registered as an American Wizard with them. I… is it okay?” Richard asked. His answer came in the form of a dark haired seeker wrapped around him. Richard sighed with relief.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” he said as he hugged Harry.

“Thank you.” Harry whispered, head buried in his cousins chest. He’d grown a bit since they’d first met and now stood a bit taller. He was not tall by any means but no longer abnormally short either. Just a little short, but definitely taller than Anita and Jason now, though not by a whole lot. Richard eventually pulled away and extended the second envelope to him, clearing his throat nervously.

"Speaking of safety, you actually have two passports," he explained.
"One of them has your full name on it, and the duel citizenship, and the other is simply an American one, and has the name James Black. Your headmistress helped me to arrange it all." Richard explained, this time prepared for Harry's next hug. The duel citizenship was complicated. Harry was the Heir and Lord of House Black, which was based in England. British Wizarding law stated that unless you were born in England, and a citizen, you couldn't be Lord of a House, Family or Line. Harry had been a citizen of England when he first inherited, and because he was still technically a British citizen, if not a magical one, he could safely keep his titles in Britain. There were no laws stating that one had to be magical to be Head of anything in the magical world because it was assumed that if the Heir were not magical they would be disinherited before they could inherit. Mrs. Smythe had helped Richard find those clauses in the laws, and it had been she who had helped him hide the magical registration in England by calling in a few favours she had there. While it was going through someone might have been able contest the decision to allow Harry what was his by right, but once it had been completed and registered with the magical books that kept the records of Britain, there was nothing anyone could do.
“This one isn’t official yet and it won’t be if you don’t want it to be. No one suggested it either. No pressure to say yes Harry, okay?” Richard tried to reassure Harry, after he gave him the other envelope. Harry nodded and opened it, reading the papers inside. He frowned slightly.

“I don’t understand… what is this?” Harry asked. Richard grinned at him.

“They’re adoption papers. For me to officially adopt you. I know I’m your guardian but this is a lot more official. If my being a werewolf ever comes out it will be a lot harder to overturn this than just our parents wills. But only if you want to. I’m not trying to replace your parents or Sirius, I wouldn’t want to try.” Richard told him.

“Adopt… that would make me your child. Why? Why do you want this?” Harry said, feeling more confused than he’d been in a long time and Richard felt his heart break at the emotions crossing his cousins’ face; disbelief, fear, uncertainty and finally hope. He pulled Harry back into his arms and refused to let go, wondering once again why his cousin was so broken inside.

“I love you Harry, I won’t leave you.” Richard told the boy in his arms.

“I…” Harry began, but it was choked and muffled, as he was trying not to cry, but it was happening anyway.

“Shh… You don’t have to decide now, just think about it. Either way it won’t change how I feel about you, okay?” Richard told him, and felt it as Harry nodded against his chest. Richard relaxed slightly, content to just stand and hold the teen until he wanted him to let go, relieved the boy was finally letting out more of his emotions. Finally the tears stopped and Harry sniffed.

“I’m a mess. We should probably clean up a little or else we won’t get it done before the others get here.” Harry said as he looked down and saw Padfoot sitting against his leg and looking up at him mournfully. He hadn’t even felt the puppy before.
“Hey Padfoot, I’m okay.” He crooned, as he picked the dog up and cuddled him. “I’m going to get dressed.” Harry announced without looking him in the eye, and Richard smiled as Harry left the room, clutching the puppy to his chest. Getting a dog had been a great idea. A hoot turned his attention to the windowsill where his new owl was perched.

“Come on Sergius, we better get you settled somewhere.” He said coaxingly as he approached the owl and it flew to his shoulder, nipping his ear slightly like he'd seen Hedwig do to Harry.

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“Merry Christmas!” Harry heard, and he grinned at the phone despite knowing the other person couldn't see him.

“Merry Christmas Joshua. How’s your day going?” Harry said.

“James, how many times have I told you? It's Josh. You weird British people and your full names thing." Joshua grumbled. Harry laughed at him. He called all of them by their full names, and the first time he'd called Tim Timothy where they could all hear him, the rest of the group had fallen into hysterics. The fact remained that Harry still called everyone by their full first name.
"My day's been great! I got your owl, and thanks for the kit. Don’t think my parents like it though.” Joshua said.

“Promise them you won’t use it at home and they’ll be happier.” Harry advised. The Weasley twins products had been a sure hit with Josh, he was too much a prankster for them not to be. Harry sighed, missing the twins. They'd always been great to talk to, and they had really good ideas.

“Good point. Got your stuff from me or the others yet?” Joshua chatted away happily.

“Nah, Archimedes must be slowing down in his old age.” Harry said teasingly.

“Hah hah. He’ll be there soon. Just be careful with mine, there’s a stasis spell on it.” Joshua warned Harry.

“Joshua…what did you get me?” Harry asked with a groan.

“And spoil the surprise, no way! What did Richard get you?” Joshua said in a fairly obvious attempt to change the topic.

“Books, CD’s, movies, clothes, a puppy, a passport and adoption papers.” Harry rattled off. There was dead silence on the line for three seconds.

“WHAT???????” Joshua exploded.

“Hey! Tone it down! You heard me.” Harry complained, rubbing his ear.

“Passport… that means you’re an American now. You okay with that?” Joshua asked excitedly.

“Yeah, this place is more like home than England ever was plus it's an added safety for me. They can’t throw me in jail for being a Dark Wizard if I ever go back.” Harry said with a laugh.

“Good point. What about the other papers?” Joshua questioned, even as he wondered why his friend was so obsessed with safety. He was like that at school too. Always alert, always ready. James was pretty intense, Josh thought.

“Not sure, it’s a lot to take in, you know?” Harry said.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s your cousin so of course he’d look after you till you do the whole coming of age thing but adoption? That’s a lot more permanent and binding. Would you be a Zeeman now?” he asked, and Harry groaned.

“Hadn’t thought about that part,” he admitted.

“You were more focused on the whole ‘does he really want to do this or does he feel obligated to do it’ part weren’t you?” Joshua asked in exasperation. Harry’s silence was answer enough.
“Don’t make me hex you over the phone James Black. I’ve seen you two together, and he really loves you. Really think about it James, and not whether he wants it but if you do.” Joshua ordered Harry.

“Thanks Joshua.” Harry said sincerely.

“Hey, what are friends for?” Josh asked. Harry managed to squash his guilt at that, even as he thought of how many secrets he was keeping from the other Outcasts. Although he got the feeling sometimes that Nicole knew anyway. Not much got past her. Although he didn't know how she'd guessed.
“So, what did you name the pup? What kind and gender?” Joshua questioned, eager to know everything about his friend's Christmas present.

“Padfoot, Labrador and male. He’s really cute. I’ll have to bring him one morning when someone other than Richard gives me a lift, because he can’t exactly take him to work.” Harry said as he smiled down at the puppy sleeping in his lap who suddenly woke as the doorbell rang. He was off Harry's lap and down the hall in a shot, barking like mad even as Joshua cracked up.
“I better go, see you later?” Harry sighed as he told Joshua.

“Sure, but I'll give you the heads up now, we’re trying to all get together for New Years, and you have to be there.” Joshua told him. Harry thanked him and then hung up and headed for the living room even as Padfoot kept barking. He laughed as he saw the puppy jumping all over Shang-Da and Jamil, occasionally growling at the two men.

“Padfoot down! Come on boy, leave them alone.” He ordered, and Richard joined Harry in laughing as the puppy decided to mark his territory, right on Shag-Da’s shoe.

“Guess he showed you.” Richard said as he scooped the dog up and gave him to his owner.
“I think you better work on training him though Harry.” He advised.

“Okay. Think I can train him to do that to Mr. Hargrove?” Harry asked, and smiles were exchanged; it was a well-known fact that Harry didn’t get along with his fencing instructor. Although even Harry admitted the man was very good at what he did.

“Not if you want to pass.” Richard said mock sternly, and Harry mock pouted in return before tightening his grip on the suddenly squirming bundle of black fur in his arms as the doorbell rang again.

“Anita, Jason.” Richard greeted the two as Anita handed over presents for Richard and Harry, explaining some were from the Pard, and one each from her, and another one especially for Harry from Nathaniel, as well as Jason's gifts.

“Hi Richard. Hello Harry” said Anita, giving Richard a quick kiss before smiling at Harry.

“Hey Harry, who’s the furball?” Jason greeted, giving Harry his best smile and full attention after a quick acknowledgement to Richard as his Ulfric.

“His name’s Padfoot, Richard gave him to me.” Harry explained as he held the puppy out to the werewolf who ended up getting his face licked.

“Cute puppy Harry. A nice choice Richard.” Anita complimented.

“Thanks Anita. Why don’t we move into the kitchen? Sylvie and Gwen will be here soon.” Richard replied as he awkwardly held the gifts Anita had given him, as Harry was too busy laughing at Jason's complaints of puppy drool on his face to do anything to help him, not that Richard minded.

“So, are you coming tonight Richard?” Anita asked, and blushed as Harry snickered with Jason, earning himself a playful swat from his cousin, even as Anita smiled at their antics. She thought Jason was really funny, he knew, and she seemed to like Harry too. It was obvious the two had been betting on how long it would take her to start hounding Richard over Jean-Claude’s party.

“I don’t want to leave Harry on our first Christmas.” Richard was explaining to Anita.

“So bring him. Jamil and Shang-Da can protect him if you think he’s at risk. He’s a minor and all the vampires know the law.” Anita said with a shrug of irritation. Honestly, she was a bit exasperated. Hadn't she proved she wouldn't hurt Harry on purpose? Didn't Richard know Jean-Claude or she wouldn't let any of his vampires break the rules protecting minors?

“No.” Richard said firmly.

“Richard, it’s okay. Joshua’s parents invited us to dinner so I can go there if you need to go.” Harry said and shrugged. He was used to Richard having to go to these things by now, and it didn't bother him really.

“Let him come.” Jamil said. Richard turned on his bodyguard.

“What?” He growled and Harry actually rolled his eyes, much to the amusement of Anita and Jason. Padfoot growled at Richard and they lost it, earning a glare from the werewolf king over their snickers.

“He can look after himself and we will stay with him for extra protection. You can’t hide him from our world forever.” Shang-Da said. Richard knew Shang-Da and Jamil were right intellectually, but emotionally he felt differently. Harry was a powerful Wizard from what he’d been told and his enforcers had been giving extra lessons in fighting hand to hand on top of what he got at school as well but Richard still worried. The hand-to-hand lessons Harry had soaked up like a sponge. When they stayed at human speed and strength Harry had a good chance of winning and could actually hold his own long enough for help to arrive even against their enhanced speed and strength. Richard really didn't have room to complain and he knew it.

“All right.” he admitted. Every one stared at him in shock. Just because he shouldn't, didn't usually mean Richard didn't.
“But stay as far away from Jean-Claude as you can.” He said to Harry.

“Yes sir!” Harry mock saluted, breaking the tension.

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“I’m going to kill him!” Richard heard and looked up at Harry's yell. All the presents had been exchanged during lunch, and the others, except for Jamil and Anita, had left half an hour ago for the Circus. Anita had left early because she was going with her were-leopards, and had to organise them. Jamil, Richard and Harry would have left too, but Harry’s presents from his friends had arrived so they’d stayed for him to open them. Jamil was waiting for Harry and Richard at the car, presents for Nathaniel and others in Anita's Pard they'd organised gifts for with him. With much coaxing from various people, Richard had even chosen presents for Jean-Claude, and Asher, although he refused to by presents for any other vampires, although Harry had snuck one in for Requiem. Richard watched as Harry stormed into the room, opened package in hand.

“Who are you planning to kill?” he asked mildly.

“Joshua Noel!” Harry all but snarled. He actually did a really good imitation of a growl, which Richard supposed must have come from hanging around so many werewolves. Although come to think of it, the were-leopards had pretty good growls too.

“What for?” he enquired curiously.

“This.” Harry growled again as he handed the box over and Richard stared at the apparently dead snake.

“A dead snake?” Richard asked in surprise as he put the box down on the table.

“He found out I’m a Parselmouth a month or so ago.” Harry said. It had been during one of their study periods. The two had been lounging outside not far from the fourth year CoMC class when the day’s subject, a fairly deadly snake, got away. Harry hadn’t even thought before approaching it and coaxing it to go back into its enclosure. He’d then waited for the stares of distrust and fear of the other students, but they’d never come. Apparently being able to speak to an animal, any animal was considered cool at Salem.

“So…” Richard questioned. He really didn't see where Harry was going with this.

“So he obviously decided I need another pet.” Harry snapped out.

“But it's dead.” Richard said.

“No, it's a stasis spell, and it's very much alive. Although I don’t suppose you recognise the species?” he asked hopefully. Richard studied the snake. It was not even a foot long, and had black and had dark green stripes.

“No, why?” He said with an apologetic shrug.

“Because maybe I want to know if I’ll be dealing with a pissed off snake capable of killing me?” Harry said as flicked his wrist and his wand fell smoothly into his hand. Harry had been practising, and he could draw his wand as fast as was humanly possible. Richard had tried, and he couldn't even get it out of the holster faster than Harry. Harry told him it was because he needed more practise. Harry waved his wand over the snake and muttered the counter spell before Richard could answer. They watched as slowly the snake began to move and then suddenly was not in the box. “Wow! Okay, its extremely fast snake.” Harry said in surprise.

“Harry? Start talking.” Richard warned as he warily eyed the snake that was getting a little too close to his cousin for comfort. Richard might have super-speed, but he didn't know if it would be enough to reach his cousin in time, and he really didn't want to test to find out. He winced as Harry began to speak to the snake. It was a language that he felt no human should be able to use, and it just sounded wrong to his sensitive ears.

‘We ssee each other.’ Harry hissed to the snake. What he actually meant was, hello, but that didn't translate so well.

‘~Tongue Sspeaker~, why do you hunt me? Why did you take me from my nesst?” The snake replied.

‘I didn’t, a ~nesstling~ did. ~My male nesstling~ thought we could be nesstlingsss.’ Harry tried to explain that his friend Joshua had been the one to think the snake would be a good pet for Harry.

‘He doess not sspeak?’ the snake asked agitatedly.

‘No, my ~nesstlingss~ don't speak.' Harry said in surprise wondering why the snake had asked.

'Not the ~hunter nesstling~ the ~wolf first~. Why doess he not sspeak like uss?’ The snake questioned.

'He tastes of fear.’ The snake added contemptuously. Harry frowned at him. Ok, he could accept the label for Joshua, and he supposed the snake meant wolf king, or wolf leader or something like that, which was accurate for Richard, but why would he think Richard would speak in the snake tongue? Harry didn't know, so he decided to ignore it.

‘My ~nest hatcher~ fears that you will attack me.' He explained, stung that Richard's courage was being questioned.

'He is your ~nest hatcher~?' the snake asked in surprise. His tongue flickered out, tasting the air again.
'He does not taste like your ~nest bound~. He remarked. Harry blinked in surprise. In snake talk, he'd said Richard was his father, or guardian.

'Do not harm any wolvess in my ~nessting place~. Harry warned in alarm. He meant his home, but that was the closest he could come up with to represent the house they were in.

‘Who will ssstop me?’ the snake questioned arrogantly.

‘I will.’ Harry hissed angrily.

‘Agreed then, you protect the nesst, and I will protect you. We will ~join together~.’ The snake said, with a distinct air of triumph.

“Harry?” His concentration broken, Harry looked up at Richard but still kept the snake in sight.

“We’re negotiating.” He snapped, not dealing very well with this unexpected turn of plans.

“Oh.” Richard said in confusion.
Negotiating what?" he asked, but Harry's concentration was already back on the snake.

‘~Join together~?’ Harry questioned. He registered that if he'd been speaking human the snake would have said bond.

‘You are a ~ssspellcasster~, we will ~join together~.’ The snake explained. Right, spellcaster obviously meant Wizard.

‘You are a ~ssspellcassterss~ ssserpent?’ Harry asked in amazement. He was stunned that a Familiar wanted to join with him. Didn't the snake know he already had a bond to Hedwig, or did that not matter to him?

‘Yesss.’ The snake said contentedly. Harry didn't know what to do. The snake wanted to bond, and if Harry refused, might get angry and attack them. And truthfully, Harry really didn't mind having another Familiar, especially not one he could talk to, and who could talk back in a language he understood.

‘~This happens~.’ Harry said, agreeing to the bond. The smallish serpent darted forward and Richard cried out as it buried its fangs in Harry wrist.

“Harry!” He shouted.

“Richard don’t! Its okay, he’s magical. We’re, um, bonding. Whoa!” Harry said in a rush before he began to feel dizzy.

“What?” Richard exclaimed.

“Dizzy.” Harry said as he swayed and Richard lunged and caught him before he could collapse. The snake removed its fangs and moved to curl around Harry's wrist.

‘The joining issss ssstarted Massster. My venom can not give you death now.’ Harry heard the snake say as he stared into the snakes’ black eyes even as it stared at him, unable to look away.
‘You are a SSSSerpent Lord asss of ~before~. We obey you Massster.’ The snake continued, and Harry felt something moving in his mind, something cold but comforting and he fought it, reminded of Snape and Voldemort and even Dumbledore probing in his mind before he recognised it as the snake, trying to form a bond in his mind. He struggled a little more before he gave into it, realising he'd promised to let this happen, even though he hadn't known what he was agreeing too. He let the snake know everything he did even as he felt strange knowledge entering him. The world around him faded until all he was aware of was the cool presence of the snake.

“Harry? Harry! Answer me!” Richard's frantic voice called to Harry and he blinked, startled as he became aware of the world around him again.

“Huh?” He slurred, still not completely alert, and feeling a little sick from the fledgling familiar bond.
“Richard?” He got out.

“It’s okay Harry, hang on. I’ll get you to the hospital.” Richard said. Harry forced his eyes to focus on a panicking Richard who was cradling him against his chest. It took a few seconds to realise they were in a car and that Jamil was driving.

“Stop car.” He managed to say.

“What?” Richard looked at him incredulously.

“Stop.” Harry insisted.

“Pull over.” Richard said reluctantly to Jamil. Harry fumbled with the door handle before Richard opened it for him. He tumbled out onto the grass and threw up.
“Easy Harry, it’s going to be alright. Come on kid, we have to get you help.” Richard said, soothingly stroking Harry.

“No, I’m fine Richard.” Harry pushed himself to his feet and was surprised when he didn’t sway. The world around him seemed different somehow, clearer and more alive.

“Harry you were bitten by a snake, collapsed and went into convulsions! That is not fine!” Richard exclaimed.

“I did? Huh, wonder if that was meant to happen?” Harry wondered aloud. He checked his wrist but Kek was gone. Where was he? Then he paused, wondering how had he known the snake was named Kek? Why did he also know his name was that of an Egyptian god of darkness, and why wasn't he worried about that? He shrugged it off and turned to his cousin. He needed to focus.
“Where is Kek?” he asked.

“Who?” Richard said in confusion.

“Kek, the snake.” Harry said. He felt strangely calm and distant as he talked, almost like being under the Imperious but not.

“The box in the glove box. We had a fun time trying to get it off you.” Richard said.

“You should have left him.” Harry told him as he went back to the car and removed the box.

“You were unconscious!” Richard protested.

“Did the convulsions start before or after you removed him?” Harry said pointedly as he opened the box and stuck his hand in as both werewolves stopped to think. Kek hissed happily and wound himself around Harry’s wrist.

“After…” Richard said slowly.

“That’s why they happened, you interrupted the magic.” Harry said as he gently stroked the small snake, comforting him. The two men exchanged glances; Harry was behaving oddly, not like Harry at all. He was almost detached, as if nothing really mattered. He seemed to care more about the snake then the fact that he could have died and he hadn’t really looked at either of them since regaining consciousness. He'd been totally focused on the snake.

“Harry? Are you sure you’re alright?” Richard asked tentatively. Harry looked up at Richard and his cousin gasped, stepping back in shock.

“Richard? What’s wrong?” Harry asked. He sounded vaguely curious but that was it, no concern at all. About anything really.

“You…” Richard said.

“Your eyes Harry.” Jamil explained, holding himself tensely, ready to jump between the cousins if something had gone wrong with Harry. The teen turned and looked in the car’s side mirror.

“Richard?” He said in a quavering voice. The werewolf didn’t hesitate as he heard the fear in his cousins’ voice. Finally, that was his Harry talking. He scooped the boy up into his arms and held him close; ignoring the possible danger the snake posed to himself, even though he knew Jamil would speak to him later about that.

“It’s okay Harry, we’ll work it out.” Richard said. He wasn’t sure how but he would do whatever it took. Having eyes that were slitted like a snake would be hard to hide, especially since it made the normal emerald of the rest of his eyes seem to glow with power. A bit like the three of them and the star gaze that happened occasionally when Richard, Anita and Jean-Claude used their powers together.

“What’s happening to me?” Harry asked. He was starting to panic, the detached feeling completely gone.

‘You are Ssssserpent Lord now.’ Harry heard Kek hiss, and he looked down at the snake.

‘Kek? How did you ~shed my skin~?’ Harry asked what Kek had done to change him. Even his hissing had an almost hysterical tone to it.

‘~Be still~ Massster.’ Kek said, and Harry felt himself start to calm slightly and realised it was Kek’s doing.
‘We are ~joined together~. Are your sssenssess not better?’ The snake questioned, and Harry stopped and thought about it. That was why everything seemed different he realised. He felt Richard squeeze his shoulder slightly and looked at him.

“Harry?” Richard asked in concern.

“Everything’s different.” Harry said softly.

“Different how?” Richard asked as he sat in the car, holding Harry on his lap.

“Clearer, more alive somehow. I’m not wearing my glasses am I?” Harry asked.

“No.” Jamil said, and the two men once again looked at each other. Harry almost sounded like a new shifter, unused to their enhanced senses.

“It’s the bond with Kek, it’s affecting my senses, making them better.” Harry explained.

“What else is it doing?” Richard asked. He was worried; he should never have let the snake near Harry, not until they could identify what species it was. Harry turned back to the snake and started to hiss again.

‘My eyesss have ~shed their skin~, can I ~slither back into the old skin~ them ~to before~?’ Harry asked Kek if he could change his eyes back, struggling a little to communicate the words he wanted in parseltounge.

‘Yessss, you are Ssserpent now, think Human and it will be sso.’ Kek said. Harry frowned in concentration and then blinked up at Richard.

“Better?” He asked, although Richards relieved smile was answer enough.

“Everything still weird?” Richard asked him.

“Yeah it is. I guess the sight stays no matter what my eyes are like. Kek says I can change them at will.” Harry explained.

‘Anything elssse ~skin shed~?’ He asked the snake on his wrist if there were any more changes.

‘You are Sssserpent Lord.’ Kek said simply.

‘But what doesss that mean?’ Harry demanded. Kek stayed silent.
“Bloody stubborn snake!” He muttered.

“Language Harry.” Richard said reproachfully, although he was relived Harry had stopped talking in the snake's language. It was really very disturbing and felt unnatural to him.

“Apparently I’m a Serpent Lord now but he’s refusing to explain it further!” Harry exclaimed as he glared at the snake. They all jumped as a cell phone rang. Jamil answered and then looked at Richard.

“It's Anita, they felt you panicking and want to know what’s going on. You’re blocking them.” He said as Harry frowned, remembering his own link to Requiem. He focused on it and could feel the vampire’s concern. He sent as much reassurance as he could before letting the link slip away to the back of his mind. He was getting better, but it still took him a bit of effort. Requiem had told him that over time it would get easier, until it was natural to him, but Harry wasn't there yet.

“Tell her we’re on our way.” Richard said, and Jamil looked at him.
“As much as I dislike her Melanie may know something.” Richard explained to Jamil.

“Who’s Melanie?” Harry asked as he looked up at Richard.

“A lamia at the Circus.” Richard said shortly.

“Lamia?” Harry questioned.

“She’s a snake, kind of. She might know what’s happening to you.” Richard said.

“Oh. Okay.” Harry accepted his explanation as he snuggled into Richards’ chest and promptly fell asleep to Jamil’s’ amusement. He hung up and got back in the driver seat even as Richard got comfortable. He only hoped Melanie could help. Or, knowing what he did of the snake woman Anita disliked so much, perhaps that should more accurately be would she help.

Jean-Claude watched Anita as she paced the length of his office. The phone call to Richard hadn’t calmed her at all, although he’d noticed the way Requiem had relaxed slightly during the call. That was puzzling; the British vampires had been acting a little strangely since learning of Richard’s cousin, and Requiem more so than Byron. Maybe the others hadn't noticed, but after their first big fuss they'd taken a keen interest in not drawing any more attention to the boy. Of course, that had simply drawn his attention more.

“Calm yourself ma petite, our Richard will be here soon.” He tried to sooth Anita.

“He better be all right.” Anita said fiercely.

“It was not panic for himself we felt.” Jean-Claude pointed out, trying to calm her.

“Shit, something must have happened to Harry then!” She fretted. Maybe that had not been the best thing to say to her then.

“Mon loupe really cares for the child then.” He said slowly.

“He loves his cousin Jean-Claude so don’t even think about playing your usual games.” Anita warned him, and he felt her determination to prevent that like a wall of steel rising up in her. So, the boy had another protector in her. Before he could think much of that the door burst open and Jason ran in.

“They’re here.” He panted. Richard was only a few steps behind him, Harry cradled in his arms.

“What happened?” Anita burst out.

“I’m not entirely sure. Jean-Claude, call Melanie up here.” Richard spoke first to Anita, and then to Jean-Claude.

“Melanie? Why?” Jean-Claude asked in confusion.

“Just do it please! Harry, time to wake up kid.” Richard said to Jean-Claude before he focused his attention on Harry. The teen stirred and then blearily blinked his eyes open.

“Richard? Where are we?” He asked.

“The Circus. You feeling any better?” Richard asked gently as he sat him down on the couch.

“I think so.” Harry said, and frowned in thought.
“I’m not going to throw up again.” He added certainly.

“Good. Jean-Claude?” Richard demanded.

“Melanie is on here way. Will you not introduce us?” Jean-Claude asked. Richard growled but there wasn’t really anything he could do, and there was no objection he could make without looking silly.

“Jean-Claude, my cousin Harry James Potter-Black. Harry this is Jean-Claude, the Master of the City.” Richard said finally.

“A pleasure to meet you Mon enfant.” Jean-Claude said as politely as possible. Harry scowled.

“I'm not a baby, and I'm not yours, but thanks for the introduction. Okay, maybe I am going to be sick again.” Harry said before he swayed dangerously. Anita, who had been hovering at his side with Richard, caught him, and he smiled at her gratefully before thanking her.

“Take deep breaths and try to think about something else.” She instructed, and as Harry followed her advice his stomach began to calm.
“What happened?” She asked unhappily. Harry looked up at Richard; there wasn’t really any way to explain without spilling a lot of secrets.

“Harry was bitten by a snake.” Richard tried to rescue him. The teen in question rolled his eyes.

“That is really informative Richard.” He said snippily.

“What type of snake?” Anita questioned. Harry simply held his wrist up and Kek uncoiled to raise his head and hiss at Anita who recoiled form the serpent. After a moment she cautiously leant closer to examine it.
“I’ve never seen a species like this.” She said as she studied him.

“I am so killing Joshua for this. Him and his bloody sense of humour.” Harry growled.

“If anyone’s killing that boy it's me Harry.” Richard growled dangerously, his beast rising up with his anger.

“Hey! No growling, you’ll spook Padfoot if you don’t break that habit.” Harry scolding. Anita smiled; Harry was improving even as he sat there, which was probably a good sign.

“You summoned me?” A voice called from the open door. Everyone turned around to look. A dark haired woman walked in and then froze, staring at Harry. Harry fidgeted slightly, not liking the attention from a stranger.
‘SSSpeaker.’ She hissed.

‘Yesss.’ Harry responded. Anita jerked back as the teen answered Melanie, surprised that the alien hissing sound was coming from him before she leant back in, trying to tell Harry with her body she wouldn't abandon him. He relaxed back into her a bit.

‘But now you have grown, I can feel the ~ssshed ssskin~ in you. How did you do thisss?’ She asked him. In answer Kek raised himself from Harry’s arm and joined the conversation.

‘We are ~joined together~.’ He announced. The lamia’s shock was evident as she stepped back. Harry frowned as she spoke in awe, because he had no clue what she’d just said, Parselmouth or not.

“Harry?” Richard asked for a translation, and Anita got up and looked curiously at him as well.

“No clue, that wasn’t Parseltongue.” Harry said.

“The boy is a Serpent Lord now.” Melanie explained in English.

“Thank you, I got that part. But what does it mean? And don’t just say I’m a Serpent Lord, that’s all Kek’ll say on the matter.” Harry warned the lamia. Melanie studied Harry as everyone else stared at her.

“Can you change your eyes?” She asked him.

“I changed them back, but I haven’t tried the other way.” Harry said uncertainly.

“Do it.” She ordered, and Harry obediently closed his eyes in concentration and the reopened them.

“What the hell?” Anita blurted out, her hand at her gun without her even realising it. She really had to get control of her faster reflexes she thought absently. Harry's eyes were slitted like a snake’s and glowing slightly, she realised as she studied him. It was really rather pretty, she had to conclude after a moment, but still a bit of a shock.

“Senses?” Melanie asked.

“Weird, I don’t need my glasses anymore.” Harry told her.

“Open your mouth wide.” She ordered again, this time more agitatedly.

“Excuse me?” Harry said as he stared at her, sliding back along the couch as she approached.

“Open your mouth.” She insisted. He stared at her for a few seconds before obeying.
“The process is still incomplete.” She announced after peering in his mouth.

“How can you tell? What process?” Anita said as she glared at the lamia.

“His fangs have yet to appear.” Melanie said coolly, even as she pretended to ignore Anita.

“Fangs! No way!” Harry blurted out. He had jumped off the couch and was now backing into a corner.

“They are retractable, as are mine young Lord.” Melanie offered, trying to comfort the new Lord. Richard stepped around the group and went to stand with Harry, putting an arm around him in comfort.

“Those are the only physical changes you will undergo." She assured him before she frowned.

"What are you?” she asked him thoughtfully.

“Huh?” Harry looked at her in confusion.

“For the bond to work you must have some sort of magic.” Melanie explained. Anita frowned, as Harry froze then looked up at his cousin.

“You failed to mention this Mon ami.” Jean-Claude said disapprovingly as he also frowned at Richard; he did not like not knowing about a magic user in his territory. He'd thought Richard understood that he needed to protect his people, even as Richard protected his own. His frown deepened as Harry spaced out slightly and his eyes unfocused.

Harry focused on Requiem as the vampire opened his end of the link, worried about Harry’s rapidly changing emotions. He tried to reassure the vampire but it didn’t really work since Harry was half panicking at the same time. He let Requiem read what was going on from him and felt the vampire’s shock and worry. Then he refocused on the conversation going on around him to answer Melanie.

‘~Ssspellcasster~.’ He hissed, using Parseltongue to keep the others from learning of the Wizarding World.

‘Sssalazarss line.’ Melanie said in delight, and her look was almost fond. Harry really didn’t want to tell her the truth if she liked Slytherins but he couldn’t lie about it.

‘No, hissss heir tried to kill me but instead I gained sssome of hisss giftsss.’ Harry explained what he knew.

‘We are ~joined together~ ~Misstress of Lesssersss~, leave him.’ Kek’s hiss was decidedly unfriendly, although Harry thought he might feel a bit of jealousy from the snake.

‘He will learn asss all have learned.’ Kek finished.

‘Asss you wish my Lord.’ Melanie said. She didn’t look very happy but she also didn’t argue.
‘A pleasure meeting you young Lord. It hassss been too long ssince a Ssserpent Lord was called.’ She said, and with that she gracefully left the room.

“Harry?” Richard asked again.

“Kek told her to leave, that I have to ‘learn as all have learned’, whatever that means.” Harry said with a scowl.

“Trial by error?” Anita guessed, sympathy in her voice.

“Joy. Maybe I can look it up at school.” Harry wondered aloud.

“Will you explain what is going on Richard?” There was a warning in Jean-Claude’s voice that made Richard stiffen and step in front of his cousin protectively. Jamil stood even straighter, ready to protect them both. Even Jason moved closer to stand next to Harry, offering the teen a comforting smile. Anita scowled at Jean-Claude.

“No.” Richard said firmly.

“The boy speaks Melanie’s tongue and is obviously not human.” Jean-Claude tried to reason with Richard.

“Hey!” Harry interrupted indignantly.

“Harry, stay quiet. He is human Jean-Claude, magic does not make someone non-human.” Richard said with a growl.

“His eyes say otherwise.” Jean-Claude said stiffly.

“He smells human.” Jason offered and then ducked back slightly as both of his masters turned to glare at him. Anita touched him reassuringly and he sighed in relief at the contact with his Lupa.

“I am human sir, my ability to understand snakes is the result of a magical accident when I was a baby. The eyes are because of the magical bond with Kek.” Harry said as he kept his voice calm; if they couldn’t hear his accelerated heart rate he would have fooled them into believing he was unworried.

“You will soon have fangs if Melanie is to be believed, that is not a human trait. Why should I give you permission to remain in my city?” Jean-Claude asked. Only the wolves that knew what Harry was could see how close he was to pulling his wand from shear nervousness, but they didn't move to stop him.

“Because if you try to kick me out Richard will be pissed at you?” Harry suggested.

“Not good enough.” Jean-Claude said, but then fell silent because Kek was suddenly on the desk in front of him, fangs bared menacingly.

“Call off your pet.” He said softly.

“He’s not my pet. I could ask him nicely I suppose, but until then I suggest not moving, because he’s a magical snake and there’s no guarantee his venom can’t hurt you." Harry said to Jean-Claude. Then he turned to his snake.
‘Kek? What are you doing?’ he hissed.

‘The walking dead ssshall not threaten you. You are bigger than him, he should obey you.’ Kek said insistently. Harry decided not to point out that Jean-Claude was taller than him, he knew that wasn't what the snake meant, although he was confused as to why the snake thought he was more powerful. He could feel Jean-Claude's power, and he knew that the vampire could call on much more. In comparison he didn't feel powerful at all.

‘I really don’t think he will like that idea.’ Harry tried to reason with Kek.

‘Too bad. The ~death raissser~ can be tolerated, sshe iss powerful. A good mate, but he is dead.’ Kek said, and Harry turned bright red at that and began choking.

“Harry?” Jason asked curiously. Usually he was the one to put that properly shocked British schoolboy look on Harry's face.

“No way! I am not repeating that!” Harry said vehemently.

“Repeating what?” Richard asked.

“Kek’s opinion of Anita.” Harry said.

“Doesn’t he like me?” Anita asked in surprise, although she didn’t think it was that, unless the snake had said something incredibly rude, which she doubted.

“Um... The opposite?” Harry said, even though he couldn’t stop blushing. With that Jason cracked up.

“Sorry I don’t date snakes.” Anita said as she glared at the snake in question.

“I’m not a snake.” Harry said. She looked up at Harry in surprise before blushing herself.

“Oh. Shut up Jason!” She snapped, flustered. Jason was practically rolling on the floor in hysterics before he calmed himself.

“What? You’d be cute together. Ouch! What was that for?” Jason said in an injured tone of voice as he rubbed the back of his head where Harry had hit him.

“Yuck! No way! Um, no offence intended Anita.” Harry said with another blush.

“None taken.” She said as she smiled at the nervous teen. She felt much the same way.

“Ma petite.” Jean-Claude spoke, and Harry jumped, having forgotten the vampire due to Jason’s joking around.

‘Kek back off.’ He told his snake.

‘No, he hass threatened you.’ The snake insisted.

“He won’t back off because you threatened me.” Harry explained, so exasperated he spoke in English.
‘Can you harm him?’ his next question came out in Parseltongue.

‘Yessss.’ said Kek. It was a very pleased hiss.

'He is ~joined together~ to the ~death raiser~ and my ~nesst-hatcher~. If he dies, they die as well.' Harry warned his snake.

'Do not fear. It will not kill him.' Kek said, and he sounded disappointed.

“Apparently his venom is dangerous to vampires so try not to move.” Harry advised Jean-Claude. It was true enough, and if Jean-Claude thought it was dangerous enough that he might die? Well, it wasn't Harry's fault he hadn't asked how dangerous Kek was before making his assumptions.
‘He isss protecting hiss nesst.’ Harry tried to get Kek to let him go.

‘I protect ~nessstling~.’ Kek was firm.

“Great, I’m not getting anywhere.” Harry said in exasperation.

“Jean-Claude, promise that Harry is safe and that you won’t try to make him leave.” Anita said.

“Why should I?” Jean-Claude asked.

“So that you’re not stuck there for a very long time?” Anita said sweetly, speaking to Jean-Claude as if he was very slow. Richard couldn’t quite hide his smile.

“Look, I’m only in St. Louis for fourteen hours a day and since most of that is at night I’m asleep for it so what’s the problem? I just want to live in peace, go to school, and hang out with my friends, normal teenage stuff. I’m no threat to you.” Harry said.

“So you say.” Jean-Claude said, but he was already weakening. His other two thirds would not back him on this.

“What is it with you! What do you want, a magically binding oath? Fine! I, Harry James Potter-Black swear on my magic that I mean no harm to Jean-Claude or any of his unless they first try to harm me. Happy?” Harry demanded. They could all feel the magic Harry’s words stirred up but it was only present for a moment.
“I break that and there are some rather nasty consequences, ones no sane person will risk. Can we go home now? I need to yell at Joshua and I should probably contact the school, maybe they can find some information.” Harry said crossly as he glared at Jean-Claude.

“That's enough, lets go. Jamil, Jason.” Richard ordered. The two wolves followed the family out as Kek reattached himself to Harry’s wrist.

“Well that went well.” Anita said falsely cheerful. Jean-Claude just looked at Anita in exasperation. He had no wish to hear her I-told-you-so’s. He said goodnight before going to sit behind his desk, lost in thought.

Harry paced the length of his bedroom for what must have been the thousandth time. Tonight would be the first time he’d seen his friends since his ‘change’ and he was more than a little nervous. What if they didn’t accept him now? Okay so their group already had a half-Veela so obviously they were pretty accepting but this was a little different to being able to charm guys into following you around like puppies.

“Harry, Joshua is here!” Richard called. After the first day when Shang-Da had called him Harry, Joshua had asked him about it. Harry had told the Outcasts that Harry was his middle name, and that his cousin called him that as a nick-name, and that all his cousin's friends did the same because they didn't know any better at first, and then once it had been explained it was too late, and they already thought of him as Harry. He grabbed his bag at Richards yell, although he found it alarming that he’d heard and smelt Joshua before his cousin had called.

“Coming!” He called back. He picked Padfoot up and headed to the living room. Kek was content to remain on his wrist, accepting the puppy’s enthusiastic licks without comment. He’d been surprised at how well all the animals got along, because he’d been sure one of the owls would try to eat Kek but they had simply accepted the small snake into their weird family.
“Hey Joshua.” Harry greeted as he smiled at his friend who shifted nervously.

“So, you liked the gift?” Joshua asked. He’d seen the snake and was hoping James wasn’t too mad.

“I need to talk to everyone about him.” Harry said and shrugged. He’d realised a few days ago that there was no point getting mad at Joshua, because he couldn’t have known what would happen. He handed Padfoot to Richard and grinned as the puppy licked the werewolf’s face happily.

“Sure. Well, you ready? We’re Flooing from my place.” Joshua said.

“Yeah, see you later Richard.” Harry called over his shoulder to Richard as they left the house.

“Have fun and try to stay out of trouble. No drinking! New Years or not.” Richard ordered as he appeared and gave them a playful push out the door. The two teens laughed as they scrambled into Josh’s car, waving as the drove off.

“Still can’t drive?” Josh asked as he stopped at a light, turning to look at his friend. There was something different about James but he couldn’t figure out what.

“No, but Richard’s been trying to teach me, and I'm taking lessons at school next term. I’m not very good at it yet.” Harry said as he grinned sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll get the hang of it soon.” Josh said, before he turned and concentrated on the road as the light changed.
“So, what do you need to talk to us about?” he asked curiously.

“Can you wait, please? I’d rather only tell it once.” Harry said as he fidgeted slightly in the seat, nervousness rushing back.

“Sure, we’ll be at my place in a few minutes.” Joshua said, and they spent the rest of the drive in silence.

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“Well, we’re all here. What’s the news James?” Josh grinned at Harry while the others gave him curious looks. They were all comfortably ensconced in Lan’s basement where they would be sleeping for the night. It was the only room large enough to hold them all and his parents were quite happy for them to make noise in it since they were two floors up.

“Is this place warded?” Harry asked. Lan blinked at the serious question.

“Only the basic wards on the rest of the house.” He said tentatively.

“Think your parents would mind if we threw up some temps?” Harry asked.

“As long as they’re down by morning. James what’s going on?” Lan questioned. He wasn’t the only one wondering from the looks on the others faces.

“Please?” Harry asked. Lan nodded and they went to work. It took an hour but when they finished the resulting wards were strong enough that it would take a team of Aurors at least a day to crack their wards.
“Okay, did Joshua mention what he was getting me for Christmas?” Harry asked the group.

“Only that it was a great surprise, why?” Rita said. She was worried, what had the group’s jokester gotten the newest Outcast? What could he possibly have gotten that required this much secrecy?

“He gave me a snake, this snake.” Harry said. He hissed at his sleeve for a second and suddenly there was a small snake on the ground in the middle of their circle.
“His name is Kek.” Harry said.

“Egyptian god of darkness?” Star asked, curious as to why Harry had chosen that name.

“Yes, but don’t look at me, he came with the name. Where Joshua managed to get his hands on a magical snake that happens to be extremely lethal and blindingly fast I have no clue.” Harry said heatedly.

“What! I got the thing from the pet store, the muggle one! I swear it, there was no way I could have known.” Josh looked panicked; he could get in a lot of trouble if Harry decided to tell a teacher or the Ministry.

“Which is why I gave up being angry at you, relax. Once Kek realised I was a Wizard he offered to bond, and I figured he meant a normal familiar bond so I agreed. Next thing I knew his fangs were in my wrist, Richard was yelling and I was getting very dizzy. Kek called me a Serpent Lord and then it got weird, I could feel this presence in my mind, cold but comforting and I suddenly knew things that I couldn’t about snakes. I blacked out at that point. When I came to I was in a car with Richard and Jamil on the way to the hospital. They’d removed Kek and I’d gone into convulsions. I threw up and then got Kek from the box Richard had put him in. I felt really weird, and it was almost like being under the Imperious but not. That lasted till I saw my eyes, and then I freaked out. Kek won’t answer any questions about what a Serpent Lord is but my senses are incredible now; I don’t need my glasses and I knew Josh was at the door before he rang the doorbell.” Harry stopped, watching his friends’ reactions closely.

“What about your eyes made you freak, they look normal now.” Nicole pointed out.

“Don’t scream or anything, okay?” Harry said. He waited till they’d all agreed before changing his eyes.

“Wow! Shit, James I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Joshua couldn’t take his eyes of his friend, guilt overwhelming him. How could he have been so stupid?

“That’s not all, is it?” Nicole asked. She could tell James was still holding back. He nodded and opened his mouth wide. Two glistening, curved fangs appeared. They were like snakes' but a bit smaller than they should have been considering the size of his mouth, and they didn’t look like they’d cause too many problems if he were talking. Rita moved a little closer, studying them and his eyes.
“Incredible, are you venomous?” She asked.

“No clue, and I’m not exactly going to bite someone just to find out.” Harry pointed out as he shrugged.

“Bite a rat or something.” Tim suggested.

“Ewww! Tim, that’s disgusting!” Shelley pulled a face and everyone laughed, tension gone. Harry let his fangs retract and his eyes change back.

“So, are you guys are okay with this?” Harry asked. He played with his shirt cuff, refusing to look at them, so he missed seeing the looks that passed among the group of fond exasperation.

“YES!” They all yelled together, causing him to jump and look up.

“James, you have to be very careful who you tell, and be careful around muggles. They might think you’re a were-snake or something and panic.” Tim pointed out even as he was searching his bag for his book.

“I know. There’s something else I want to tell you. But I need magical oaths from all of you that you won’t tell a soul about it or the Serpent Lord thing.” Harry said seriously. The group instantly gave their oaths. They’d only known him for four months but the trusted him.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you since first day." Harry began nervously.
"My name isn’t James Black, its Harry James Potter-Black. I’m hiding from the British Wizarding World so that’s why I’ve been using James Black. I’m sorry I lied but I didn’t know you at first and I’ve felt really bad about hiding this. Can you forgive me?” He finished miserably.

“I figured it out ages ago.” Nicole shrugged, unconcerned.

“Harry Potter? Cool. But you don’t have…oh.” Tim had trailed off because Harry had raised his bangs and wiped the makeup off a lightning bolt-shaped scar.

“James Black or Harry Potter, you’re still our friend.” Lan stated, getting nods of agreement from the others.
“I know why you wanted oaths though, because if the Death Eaters found out you’re here, and living with a muggle…” Lan trailed off. They might not live in Britain, but they got the picture.

“Yeah.” Harry agreed. He couldn’t help it, but he was grinning like an idiot. His friends knew and it didn’t change anything. Harry didn't feel worried in the least about concealing Richard's secrets from them, after all, they were not his to share, and there was no reason for his friends to need to know anyway.

“So, who’s up for research when we get back to school?” Tim said, and grinned at their groans but Nicole nodded.

“Tim’s right, we need to find any and all information there is on Serpent Lords. James, Harry I mean, needs to be prepared and every bit will help.” She said firmly.
"Goodness," she looked startled; "it'll be hard to start thinking of you as Harry now."

Harry smiled at her.

"Actually," he said, I'd rather you all just called me James." The other smiled and nodded at him.

“Fine, and Tim and Nic are right. I will see what the Veela have.” Star stated earning a thankful smile.

“Now that that’s sorted let's head outside. James has never seen a New Orleans New Years celebration before.” Joshua said as he stood, helping Rita up. The group headed upstairs; laughing and fooling around like a typical group of teenagers.

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“How’d it go?” Richard asked, passing Harry a glass of juice.

“It was great!” Harry said as he sat opposite his cousin.
“They’ve decided we need to research when we get back to school and they don’t care what my name is. Joshua was babbling for a while until I reassured him I wasn’t mad about the bond though. They found the fangs kinda cool actually.” Harry said clearly unable to believe it. He shrugged, and drank his juice.

“Planning to tell any of your teachers?” Richard asked. He was a little worried about that, what would they do?

“I’m going to tell Amanda, because she’s been helping me out of class with my shielding and stuff so she’d probably pick up on it even if I didn’t. Mrs. Smythe should be told I guess and the nurse, just in case.” Harry said.
"And she'll probably tell Ethan, like she told him about me being Harry Potter." he said. When Ethan had first told him he knew Harry had been very shocked, but Ethan had explained it was a security measure so that some one besides Mrs. Smythe knewwho he was. He could accept that.

“Make sure you do the oath thing, just in case they panic.” Richard reminded him.

“I know Richard.” Harry sighed in exasperation as his cousin fretted.

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Harry and Tim jumped as the heavy tome hit the desk sending dust flying and causing them to cough.

“I found something.” Nicole said, smiling as she opened the book, turning it so they could all see. “I figured since Kek is an Egyptian name to start with Egyptian myths and history,” she said.

“And you obviously found something in it.” Tim commented, trying to remove the dust from his glasses.

“Here.” They looked where she was pointing.
“During the Sixteenth Dynasty there was a Pharaoh who could apparently speak with serpents. It is said that he even took on some of their features when in emotional extremes.” She read aloud.

“This could be a normal Parseltongue or a were Nic.” Tim pointed out.

“Except for this.” She said as she turned the page and pointed the picture.
“Look familiar?”

“That’s Kek.” Harry said in shock as he blinked at the page; it was definitely his bonded, or at least a member of the same species. As he stared the squiggles on the page changed, becoming understandable to him.

“I don’t know what’s up with those squiggles, they’re not hieroglyphs or any writing I recognise, although Star might know, because she's doing Egyptian Hieroglyphs.” Nicole commented.

“Parseltongue, they’re written in Parseltongue.” Harry said. They looked at Harry in surprise but it did make sense when they thought about it.

“Can you read it?" Tim asked.

‘I am Ssserpent Lord and Great Pharaoh Asssim, King over all. To my Heir-nessstling I leave a gift. May Kek protect you ass He hass my nessst-group and me for all Eternity. You are my Heir, asss only one of my line can read thisss. Kek is yourss by blood, asss iss our title. You are the next Ssserpent Lord, and I bid to to usse your power well my Heir.’ Harry read out.

“Um, could you repeat that, in English this time?” Tim said. He was looking at him strangely while Nic was studying the picture.

“What? Oh, okay. Basically the Pharaoh’s name was Asim and he was a Serpent Lord. And yes, that is Kek in the picture. Apparently the Pharaoh left a gift for the next Lord, although he doesn’t say what it is.” Harry stopped translating; surely the rest was a mistake?

“And? Come on James, you can tell us. I put up silencing spells so no one else will hear you.” Nicole said, giving him a look that said tell or else and he didn’t want to find out what the or else was.

“He calls the reader his Heir and says that they are of his bloodline since only one of his line could read it.” Harry admitted and shrugged.
“It can’t mean me though, I get my Parselmouth ability from Voldemort.” He said with certainty.

“Do you really? I mean no one really knows if you did since no one’s ever survived the Killing Curse before. What if it just activated some latent talents in your family, and not necessarily the Potter side? It could come form your mom, because after all Asim lived in Ancient Egypt. Although really there’s no way to know.” Nicole pointed out.

“What about a family tree spell? It would take a lot to go back that far but at least you would know.” Tim suggested as he finally gave up on cleaning his glasses, which were still slightly smudged but were as good as they were going to get while inside the older part of the school library.

“Maybe, I’ll talk to Amanda, I mean professor Belrose.” Harry said.

“Has James got a crush on a teacher?” Tim cooed. Harry blushed at Tim’s teasing.

“No Tim, she insisted I use her first name when we’re alone since a lot of my spare time is spent training with her. That’s all. I better get to class, because I don’t want to be late for Professor Hawkes again.” Harry said as he hurried off.

“See you later!” Tim told him with a grin.

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“You really like being different, don’t you Harry?” Amanda said. She grinned as she watched him fidget.

“Not really Amanda. Can we please get on with it?” Harry asked.

“Spoil sport.” Amanda teased.

“Amanda.” Harry said as he frowned at the Dark Arts teacher.

“Okay. By the way, Alex said he thinks you can transfer up to my class this term.” She relented and told him the good news.

“Really?” Harry asked in delight.

“Yeah, apparently you seem gifted in the Dark Arts.” Amanda said. She grinned at him, because if she’d said that to him a few months back he would have panicked, but now he just accepted it. “Well, today we’re going to see if you can keep me out of your mind while performing a ritual.” She laughed as he groaned and then they got to work.

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“What do you want Jean-Claude?” Richard glared at the vampire lounging in the Circus’ ‘living room’.

“Your cousin.” Jean-Claude said softly.

“Leave Harry alone.” Richard growled.

“Ah, but I can not do that Mon ami. He is a mystery and I do so enjoy a good mystery. Your protectiveness of the young one is surprising, and Anita's unexpected.” Jean-Claude admitted.

“Why? He’s my family.” Richard said.

“But he is one of the Monsters, and you hate monsters. Even yourself.” Jean-Claude said as he sat up straight and stared at Richard.

“Harry is not a monster! He is human! It doesn't matter that he can use magic. I may be a werewolf but that does not make me a monster either.” Richard’s glare went up a notch.

“Mon dieu! Finally you accept what you are. Who has helped you to see this Mon loupe?” Jean-Claude said in honest delight.

“Harry. I said I was a monster and my cousin blew his top.” Richard admitted. Jean-Claude stared at Richard for a while before smiling slightly.

“The child is good for you. In a few short months he has made you see what others have been telling you for years. Harry has my protection for as long as he remains in my territory. None of my vampires will harm him.” Jean-Claude announced. The statement was worth it just to see the look of shock on Richard’s face but he meant it, the boy was good for their Ulfric.

“I… thank you Jean-Claude.” Richard said sincerely before he turned to go.

“Will you not stay? Ma petite will be here soon.” Jean-Claude offered.

“And that’s why I’m leaving.” Richard explained.

“Why must you fight so?” Jean-Claude said. He had moved without Richard hearing and was now resting a hand on his shoulder. Richard tried to ignore the spark of something it caused.

“Ask Anita. I’ll see you later.” Richard said as he forced himself to leave the room and not look back.

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Richard stared as Jamil rushed Harry, grabbing the teen in a tackle. He could do nothing but stare in shock as Harry twisted in his Enforcers arms, breaking his hold and quickly moving out of reach. The two circled each other slowly, looking for an opening.

“Hey Richard.” Jason tossed him a soda as he emerged from the house, taking a seat on the porch.

“What’s going on?” Richard said as he automatically took a sip from the can but didn’t sit.

“Relax, they’re just sparing.” Jason shrugged.

“Jamil could kill him at that level!” Richard cried.

“He won’t, he’s your bodyguard, heck he’s practically Harry’s bodyguard these days. He knows how to watch his strength. Besides, he has yet to land a hit. For a human Harry’s pretty fast and agile.” Jason said.

“How long have they been doing this?” Richard asked suspiciously. He turned back to the fight.

“Since about a week after Christmas, Harry had to beg Jamil to up their fights this much. Except for one or two bruises nothing’s happened to Harry, Jamil is very careful. Harry needed the extra practice away from class to control his new abilities.” Jason admitted. Richard finally sat next to Jason.

“He’s good.” Richard admitted after a while.

“He’s improved a lot since Christmas.” Jason replied. The two exchanged looks.
“He’s gotten faster and more flexible plus now he can sense Jamil’s moves before he really starts them. If he had the extra strength it would be like two shifters fighting.”

“He’s not that fast.” Richard said with a frown.

“No, but its close. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” Jason insisted.

“I haven’t seen him in a situation where he’s needed it.” Richard pointed out.

“Point.” Jason acknowledged, then turned and watched the fight and began cheering Harry on. The teen flicked a glance their way and grinned cheekily at them before turning his attention back to his opponent.

“I talked to Jean-Claude last night.” Richard said. Jason looked back at his Ulfric, nodding. “He’s given Harry his protection.” The younger wolf grinned.

“That’s good, right?” Jason said in delight.

“Yeah. But he never does something for nothing.” Richard said, as he shrugged slightly.

“Maybe he’s scared of Kek? That’s one creepy snake!” Jason offered. Richard laughed at the face Jason pulled.

“Maybe.” He said with a smile.

“Or maybe he’s hoping you two can stop fighting all the time?” Jason suggested more seriously.

“Has he said something?” Richard asked. Jason stared at the fight, not answering.
“Jason?” Richard tried again.

“He was arguing with Anita last night after you left. It was about you but I couldn’t hear everything. I did hear him tell her to stop antagonising you all the time.” Jason shrugged.
“You guys are stuck with each other for as long as you live, he probably doesn’t want to spend it fighting.” He continued.

“Maybe. Good shot Harry!” Richard called out as he waved a greeting. Jamil glared at Richard, nursing his ribs.

“That’s enough for the day kid.” He ordered.

“Sure, you okay Jamil?” Harry looked worried and a bit sheepish.

“Fine, go say hi to Richard.” Jamil said. Harry scrambled away and up the porch leaving behind a grinning Jamil. As Harry left his smile faded. He’d actually felt that hit, not as much as from another lycanthrope but still stronger than someone of Harry’s build should have been able to manage. Unhappily, he wondered how Richard would react when he told him.

“Hi Mr. Zeeman, I’m Star.” Star Llewellyn held out her hand and was confused when the guy laughed.

“Sorry, I’m Jason, Richard’s in the kitchen, so follow me.” He said as he led her into the house. “So, you’re one of Harry’s school friends.” He said.

“Yeah, I'm a friend of James. You’re a friend of Mr. Zeeman’s?” She guessed.

“And Harry. Here we go, you’re the last to arrive.” Star smiled at the blond and joined the other Outcasts in the kitchen.

“Hey Star.” Harry smiled and gave her a hug.
“Richard this is Star. Star, my cousin Richard,” he introduced.

“Pleased to meet you sir.” She said as she extended her hand and he took it.

“Richard’s fine. You sure you’ll be fine Harry?” Richard fussed.

“We’ll be fine Richard. Now get going before you’re late!” Harry ordered. Richard laughed and hugged his cousin.

“Fine, we’re not wanted here Jason. See you later, it was nice meeting you all.” He said. The teens chatted about school until they were sure they were gone.

“You sure about this Harry?” Joshua asked, more than a little nervous.

“Positive, come on. We need to do this out the back, we’ll need the room and we won’t have to worry about getting blood out of the carpet.” Harry said with certainty.

“You’re going to lose a lot of blood to go back that far.” Lan warned.

“I know, but you brought supplies didn't you Lan?” Harry asked.

“Of course, but if I think this is going too far though I will put a stop to it.” The young Healer pointed out.
"I already tested your blood type to find out what type you are so we’re all set if you need a transfusion or anything." He said.

“Deal. Let’s get started.” Harry said hastily. He really didn't want Lan to start asking questions in that direction. He was very glad that Richard’s house backed onto the woods as well, because there were no nosey neighbours to watch a bunch of teens casting spells and using blood magic.

Harry stood in the centre of the circle, knife in hand. He’d stripped down to his boxers and was shivering in the cold night air. The ritual they were doing had been banned in the UK and was only borderline in the US, which was why they’d wanted no chance of being disturbed. He waited until Nicole had finished her part of the chant he and felt the spine tingling rush of magic as the circle closed, leaving him alone inside it. He took the knife and carefully slit his wrist, letting the blood fall into the cauldron to mix with the previously prepared potion. It didn’t take long for him to start getting dizzy and he grabbed the cauldron to stay upright. He looked up as Shelley screamed, watching as Requiem dropped from the sky.

“Harry! What is going on?” The vampire said, looking very worried. He could feel Harry weakening.

“I’m okay, look out for the circle. It’s okay guys, he won’t hurt you, he’s family. Nicole, explain it to him.” Harry ordered before he turned back to the ritual, beginning the spell after using a quick charm to lightly seal the wound; Lan could do a better job later on this one. He watched as Kek raised himself above the cauldron and let some of his venom seep into the potion.

‘It iss ready, you may drink young Lord.’ Kek said. Harry grabbed the cup he’d put there for that purpose and filled it to the brim before looking at the others. If they’d done one thing wrong this could and probably would kill him. He smiled at them and downed the potion in one go, having learnt from years at Pomfrey’s mercy that all potions tasted foul and were better if swallowed all at once.

Requiem watched along with the teens as Harry drained the cup. He did not like that his Lord was performing such a risky ritual for such little gain. Surely some other spell would have sufficed? He watched as Harry staggered a few steps before his eyes rolled up and he collapsed to the hard ground even as the girl screamed again. One of the young men stepped closer to the circle, obviously planning to break it but was stopped by Nicole.

“No Lan, he’s meant to pass out.” She said unhappily. The young man, Lan, backed down unhappily.

“Tim, now.” She ordered sharply.

“Gotcha.” Tim dropped the contents of the vial he’d been holding onto the parchment spread on the ground and watched as lines and writing began to appear.
“It’s working! Wow! Guys look at this.” They gathered around the paper, making room for the vampire to join them, which was something he appreciated.

“Look, there’s the Evans’ line, Tim follow it back. Shelley follow the Potter one. Nicole, you’ve got the Blacks.” Joshua told them, still keeping an eye on his friend who to all appearances was asleep inside the circle.

“Lily wasn’t muggle-born! Look at this! I don’t believe it!” Tim was all but bouncing.

“What? Merlin! How did they miss this?” Josh stared at it in shock. How had they missed that the Evans’ were descended from Rowena Ravenclaw herself? Then again they’d lost the Slytherin line until Voldemort had shown up so it shouldn’t be that surprising.

“Is there anyone the Black’s aren’t related too? There’s the Malfoys', yuk! The Flints. The Potters, guess Harry’s his own cousin. Hey Star, you’re related to Harry! Even that idiot Fudge! Oh they’re also very distantly related to the Slytherin line, guess that makes Harry and Voldemort very distant cousins, creepy.”

“Potter’s are the same, except for Slytherin and Fudge, thankfully. Actually, the Potters go back to Gryffindor. The Brit’s are really an inbred lot aren’t they? Very vague relationship to Godric Gryffindor, through a fifth cousin of Godric’s, oh wait, and then a daughter or something. Anyone back far enough yet?” Shelley was avidly following her line.

“Nope, haven’t reached BC yet.” Tim answered walking around the parchment to keep his in sight.

“Same here.” Nicole agreed.

“Um, guys? Is that meant to happen?” They all spun to see Lan pointing at a glowing Harry Potter-Black.

“Can’t say that it is.” Nicole said faintly and gulped; nothing in her research had indicated this could happen.
“Get ready to break the circle if we have to.” She ordered, and moved back to her spot, the others following. Kek reared up, hissing angrily causing Nicole to step back. As she did the snake settled again.

“Okay, Kek obviously doesn’t want us to interfere.” She said. They waited since it was all they could do.

“I found it!” Josh yelled.

“Asim, Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt, Sixteenth Dynasty. Died at age twenty-seven, and he left four kids behind. Harry’s descended from the second eldest, Badru." Josh said.

"His name means born during the full moon. Neat." commented Star.

"So after Asim his direct family never held the throne, since it went to the older son.” Josh said.

“Talk about distinguished bloodlines, he’s practically royalty. Many generations removed but still! Add to that the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin connections and wow!” Tim said. He was grinning. A grin that vanished as Harry screamed.

All they could do was stare in shock as the glow focused on several spots on Harry’s body, his lower back, the back of both hands, his upper left arm, and his forehead. Slowly the glow faded and he stopped screaming but showed no signs of waking.

“Are you all right?” Lan spoke. The others turned to see Lan kneeling next to Requiem.

“I’ll be fine.” Requiem said. The teen helped the vampire to his feet. Harry’s pain had flooded their bond before Requiem could even attempt to protect himself from it.

“What happened?” Josh asked, looking from Harry to Requiem.

“He is heir to the House of Black.” Requiem said. The vampire shakily touched his own name on the Black Family tree.

“You’re Orion Black?” Tim stared at him in shock when he figured it out.

“I was, yes.” Requiem admitted. A low groan from the circle had them forgetting about Requiem’s family connections.

“Harry? Are you all right?” Josh called.

“Any one see that herd of hippogriffs?” Harry groaned. They watched as Harry tried to get up only to collapse again.

“Don’t try to move. We’ll break the circle. Lan grab your gear.” Josh started throwing orders around and Requiem stepped back to watch.

Twenty minutes later Harry was safely tucked into bed and there was no sign of the ritual left in Richard’s back yard.

“I wasn’t the only one seeing them, was I?” Lan asked as he collapsed on the couch tired from healing Harry.

“Protection runes.” Requiem stated flatly.

“But that wasn’t part of what we did, was it?” Shelley asked, confused.

“No, it would have made the ritual ten times more complicated and dangerous.” Nicole told them. “I’ll need to double check the marks but they look like Family Runes. Harry will need to hide them with glamour so Josh, since you’re the only one staying the night, don’t forget to tell him before anyone else sees him. I’ll call when I’ve worked them out. I better get home before my parents start to worry.” She said reluctantly and unhappily. The others murmured their own agreement before the group split up, Nic, Star and Lan apparating home since they were already seventeen. The others used portkeys.

“You staying?” Josh asked Requiem as he got his sleeping bag out and set it up in Harry’s room.

“No, I need to return to the Circus before I am missed.” Requiem said as he turned to leave.

“Don’t suppose I need to tell you not to tell anyone?” Josh asked.

“My Lord’s secrets are safe with me.” Requiem said quietly. The vampire inclined his head and was gone. Josh crawled into the bag and fell into an exhausted sleep, the Family Tree securely tucked under his pillow, still filling itself out, unknown to him.

Harry groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the voice calling him. He really didn’t want to wake up yet.

“Harry, come on. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.” Josh threatened, shaking his friend.

“Go away.” Harry slurred, burrowing further into his blankets.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Josh said as he grinned and pulled out his wand.

Richard jumped, the sound of his cousin screaming waking him. He blinked, disorientated and looked around his room, still half asleep. He was used to a bit more sleep the morning after the full moon.

“GET BACK HERE JOSHUA!” He groaned and slumped back onto the bed. Richard had forgotten that Josh was planning to spend the entire night with Harry; obviously his cousin had also wanted to sleep in today even though he had school. Hopefully the teen wouldn’t hurt his friend too badly when he caught up with him. Richard rolled over and started drifting back to sleep as the house fell silent again. Either they’d gone outside or Harry had killed Josh. Thankfully Richard didn’t have to go back to work until tomorrow. He burrowed back down to sleep.

Josh fidgeted slightly as Harry continued to stare at his hands and then at the mirror.

“What are they?” Harry whispered finally.

“Nic thinks they’re Family Runes, a type of protection rune. The one on your back looks more like hieroglyphics though. But since Asim is your ancestor that’s not a complete surprise.” Josh explained to his shocked friend.
“Harry, you have to hide them with Glamour.” He said seriously. That broke Harry from his shocked study.

“Why?” Harry asked, puzzled.

“Because normally they’d only appear after the ritual we did if we’d added a few more steps and complications. And that is illegal here, not just in England. I really don’t want to get arrested for something we technically didn’t do.” Josh admitted. Harry nodded at his friends’ explanation. Besides, as interesting as they looked he didn’t need the extra attention they’d garner. A few words later and there was no physical evidence of what they’d done the night before.
“So, want to see the chart?” Josh offered with a grin.

“Yeah, better do it before Richard gets up and starts asking awkward questions.” Harry said as he washed his face, taking one last look to make sure the Glamour was firmly in place before following his friend back to the bedroom.

“What’s with the Glamour Harry?” Amanda asked. Harry refused to look at his teacher; instead studying the book she’d given him.
“You do realise I can order you to take it off.” She said testily. That got a reaction, Harry’s head shot up and he looked about to panic.

“Please don’t.” He all but begged.

“Harry? What happened? Are you hurt?” Amanda questioned as she stood in front of him, studying him closely.

“I’m fine Amanda, just don’t make me take it off.” Harry said. He looked miserable but she had a duty as a teacher so she did something she knew could destroy the trust she’d worked so hard to build with her student.

Harry gasped as the spell washed over him, letting his magic fight it but he simply didn’t have the necessary experience to stop Amanda. He shuddered as his Glamour was dispelled and the marks became visible.

“What the hell did you do?” She cried out as she grabbed his chin, forcing his head up so that she could see the band of Runes going across his forehead.

“Nothing.” Harry protested as he tried to pull away but her grip was too strong. He wished Kek was with him but the small snake was off somewhere hunting.

“Nothing? Harry do you realise what you’ve done? That ritual is banned for a reason! You could be arrested for this!” Amanda cried out.

“I didn’t do it! Okay, so we did the family revealing ritual but we didn’t do this one. They just appeared by themselves after the ritual.” Harry was yelling as well by now, temper well and truly out of control. Amanda stepped back as his magic flared, becoming an almost visible thing as it encircled him. She winced as the few breakable objects in the room exploded. She knew she had to calm him down quickly before his magic got truly out of control and he accidentally hurt someone or himself.

“All right Harry, if you say you didn’t do it I believe you. You need to calm down.” She said soothingly. The rooms’ wards were beginning to react, working to contain his magic inside the room. Amanda had never felt so relieved as a familiar hissing noise made itself heard. She looked down and sure enough Kek was slithering closer to his bonded, hissing in what she hoped was a soothing manner. She relaxed as Harry began to calm and the feel of magic in the room dropped.
“Why don’t we sit down?” Harry nodded listlessly and slumped into a chair. Amanda frowned, worried about his weird reactions.
“Harry, I need you to tell me what you did and what happened.” She said. All he did was silently shake his head, refusing to look up or speak. Sighing she stood again and went to her Floo.
“Ethan, you there?” She spoke into the flames. A second later Ethan’s head became visible. He frowned as he saw her expression.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in concern.

“Could you find Josh or Nic and bring them to my classroom please.” She asked tightly.

“I’m on my way.” Ethan said before he broke the connection and left to find one of the two Outcasts.

“Harry!” Josh rushed across the room to where his friend was sitting but the other teen didn’t react.
“Harry?” Josh questioned as he tentatively laid his hand on Harry’s shoulder but still Harry didn’t react.
“What’s going on?” Josh demanded as he drew himself up to stand protectively in front of his friend, glaring at the two teachers.

“I removed his Glamour.” They watched as Joshua paled rapidly.
“What have you kids been doing?” She demanded.

“Not that!” Josh growled convincingly. Then again, he’d gotten far enough in his Animagus training to know he was definitely some sort of canine.

“So what did you do?” Amanda demanded again. She didn’t react to the growl and simply glared at him.

“Mr. Hawkes needs to leave, it has to do with Christmas.” Joshua held his ground and Amanda finally nodded. They stayed silent until a disgruntled and worried Ethan had left.
“Nic found mention of an Egyptian Serpent Lord from the 16th Dynasty. Part of the message said only someone of his line could read the inscription. Harry wanted to be sure so we decided to use the ritual.” Josh explained calmly.

“There are other spells that aren’t borderline illegal.” Amanda said in exasperation.

“Yeah, but none of them can go back that far into someone’s family tree. It went fine until Harry started screaming and glowing. When it was over the runes were there. He woke up and we put him to bed.” Josh admitted.

“You stuck exactly to the ritual? No variations at all?” She asked, watching him carefully.

“No ma’am… Wait! Kek. Just before Harry drank the potion, Kek put some venom in it. I didn’t think anything of it since Harry’s immune to it.” Josh exclaimed. The both looked at the snake that had taken up his usual perch on Harry’s wrist.

Richard leant against the rail, inhaling the warm steam coming from his mug. He smiled as he drank his tea, staring out into the forest. The last two full moons had gone very well, and the pard had begun to fit in well with the pack as they hunted. Jason had even jumped a step up in the pack hierarchy when he’d beaten an older wolf that had been insulting the pomme de sang for the last few months. Richard was glad that Jason had forgiven him for the incident last year at the Circus; he still wasn’t able to really think straight when it came to Anita. Seeing her in bed with Jason and Nathaniel who had both been shifted at the time had thrown him into a rage, something he still regretted. He wondered if Jason would be as relaxed around him as he was if Harry hadn’t shown up when he did. Things had still been tense between them when the teen had appeared in their lives. Harry had been the only reason Richard had approached Jason but now things were back to normal, or even better than normal. Richard had to admit to himself though that it was a good thing he’d talked to Jason when he had, because if he’d left that conversation any later Harry would have had the ability to smell what he had whenever Jason was in the same room as the teen. As it was he’d had to teach Jason how to fully mask that particular scent. Jason had been quick to reassure his Ulfric that he would never think of acting on what the alpha wolf had detected and Richard had let him off the hook, letting him know he had never thought Jason would abuse Richard’s, or Harry’s, trust over that. He might act irresponsibly sometimes but he would never do anything to hurt Harry.

Richard inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh air when a vague scent caught his attention. Without thinking he vaulted the rail, landing silently on the ground below the deck. He walked towards the tree line, where the scent increased. He growled as he recognised it, Harry’s blood and in worrying quantities. He searched the ground but couldn’t see a drop. His growl became deeper as he recognised Requiem’s scent as well. Despite Harry’s reassurances that the vampire could not hurt him he still didn’t trust the vampire. It was obvious that whatever had happened had been carefully cleaned up in the hope of hiding it from him and he was not happy.

Ethan frowned from his seat at the teacher’s table. His eyes were locked on the Outcasts as they huddled protectively around their newest member. He liked the kid; he was a good student and didn’t care about the various Wizarding prejudices when it came to blood and species.

“What’s wrong?” A voice interrupted his ponderings. He turned to see Amelia looking at him in concern.

“James. Amanda called me to her room during their lesson. Something happened but she won’t tell me what.” Ethan explained briefly, being careful not to use the teen’s real name where he could be overheard. The Headmistress turned her attention to the transfer student.

“He does seem withdrawn. Perhaps something happened during the holidays. I’ll owl his family after lunch. Other than that there’s not much we can do unless it starts to affect his classes or health visibly.” Amelia Smythe offered.

Harry followed Jamil into the house; tired from the long day after the late night he’d had because of the ritual. He sensed Jamil tense and looked up to see an unhappy Richard staring at him.

“Hi.” He said as he dropped his bag and then took an unconscious step back as Richard stepped towards him. He didn’t see Richard’s flinch at his reaction but Jamil did.

“Are you all right Harry?” Richard asked softly, not getting any closer.

“Fine. I have homework.” Harry said as he went to leave the room but Richard’s voice stopped him.

“It can wait, we need to talk.” He said seriously. Harry looked back up at his cousin, trying to work out what he wanted. He nodded and sat at the table. Richard sat opposite him as Jamil faded into the background like a good bodyguard.
“I got a letter from Mrs. Smythe today. Apparently a few of your teachers were worried about you today. She wanted to know if anything had happened over the holidays.” Richard said as he struggled to keep his voice even.

“I’m fine, just tired. We stayed up later than we should have last night.” Harry shrugged, hoping Richard would drop it.

“Because of Requiem?” Richard bit out, a bit more intensely then he would have liked. Harry’s eyes went wide.

“What?” Harry blurted out.

“Did he hurt you?” Richard asked in concern as he reached across the table to gently hold Harry’s wrist, keeping him at the table.

“No, why would you think that?” Harry said in shock as he tugged ineffectively, unable to break the hold.

“Because I could smell your blood, a lot of it.” Richard’s said intensely, his whole body screaming concern and fear.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” Harry protested. Richard reluctantly let go.

“Harry please don’t do this, don’t shut me out.” He said tiredly. Harry froze in the doorway.

“I can’t tell you.” Harry whispered and bolted for his room. Richard let his head drop into his hands.

“That could have gone better.” He commented bitterly.

“He’s scared.” Jamil replied.

“I noticed. But of what?” Richard demanded.

“Not us. Something else.” Jamil offered with a shrugged, but he had no more idea what was wrong than his Ulfric.

“Stay with Harry, I’m going to the Circus.” Richard said as he grabbed his keys and left.

“Requiem.” The vampire turned and waited as Richard approached.

“Can I help you?” He asked politely. He could think of only one reason the werewolf would want to see him, and that was Harry.

“We need to talk.” Richard said. Requiem followed him into an empty room.
“What happened last night?” he demanded as soon as they were alone.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Requiem protested.

“Don’t lie to me! I know you were there just like I know Harry lost a lot of blood. What’s going on?!” Richard said angrily.

“If Harry does not wish you to know then it is not my place to tell.”Requiem told him, wishing he was not trapped with Harry's cousin, the third of Jean-Claude's triumvirate, and the Executioner’s part-time boyfriend. Really, he wasn't sure who to be most scared of if he hurt the Ulfric. Probably Anita. Jean-Claude would probably punish him, and feeling Harry's disappointment with him would really hurt, but Anita could and would kill him, painfully and slowly. And there was no way back from that death, no way to be with Harry after that.

“Why? Because you’re a Black?” Richard snarled.

“Yes. I can not tell you if he doesn’t want me too.” Requiem said, relieved Richard understood at least that much.

“Did you have anything to do with it?” Richard half pleaded for an answer. Requiem stared at him for a bit before answering.

“No, but I felt his blood loss through the link and went to investigate. And I stayed until he was asleep to make sure he came to no harm.” Requiem told the Ulfric. He hoped what he had admitted was enough for the other, because he could say no more. Not without breaking Harry's trust in him, and he was not willing to do that. Not for anything.

“Is Harry in any danger because of what happened last night?” Richard asked, he needed to know at least that much.

“If people find out then yes. What he and his friends did had an unexpected result. Harry is in no danger from that in itself, but he would be if anyone learned of it. That is in all likelihood why he will not speak of it with you.” Requiem gave him that much, Richard had to know that asking questions was too risky. Richard stared at the vampire for a bit before nodding in even understanding more than Requiem did. Richard knew that Harry took responsibility for his own actions, but this explained to Richard why he was refusing to talk. Harry was protecting his friends.

“Thank you.” He said softly in relief, turning to leave. But he paused on the threshold.
“I’m sorry for accusing you.” With that Richard was gone and Requiem relaxed. Neither man noticed as another figure slipped away, having heard everything.

Richard looked up to see Harry hovering in the doorway. He smiled warmly at his cousin to let him know he wasn’t upset about what had happened earlier. Harry looked down at the ground. Richard sighed and put down the last minute work that needed to be ready before classes the next day.

“Come here kid.” He called softly, extending his hand. Harry approached hesitantly and Richard pulled him into a hug. Harry stayed stiff for a while before slowly relaxing.

“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered and Richard tightened the hug.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I should have trusted you and I didn’t. I’m sorry. I won’t push you to tell me what’s wrong Harry. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Richard felt Harry nod against his chest as he finished speaking.
“How about we crash on the couch with a movie for a while?” He asked. Harry looked up and smiled slightly before nodding.

“Okay, but I pick this time.” The teen stated, remembering Richard’s last choice. The Phantom of the Opera was not his thing. Richard laughed at the expression on Harry’s face as they made their way into the other room.

“I bought Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday, how about that one?” Richard suggested.

“Is that the one Jamil recommended?” Harry asked, already looking for the movie amongst his cousin’s collection.

“Yeah, it should be right on top.” Richard said, smiling as he watched Harry rip the plastic wrapping off it and then set it up himself. When he’d first moved in he hadn’t had a clue how to use a DVD player and now he acted like any teenager around one. Richard raised his arm and Harry made himself comfortable leaning against his side, Richard’s arm wrapped around him securely.

“Can I talk with you Nicole?” Nic looked up, startled by Harry’s voice. The green-eyed teen had sat down opposite her without her noticing.

“Sure James.” She said, closing her book.

“I told you that Richard had adoption papers, right?” Harry asked and she nodded.
“I want to say yes.” He said quietly.

“That’s great, but why are you telling me and not him?” Nicole asked, confused.

“Should I tell him? It’s a big thing Nic, it means he’s stuck with me even once I’m of age.” Harry sounded hesitant and she knew why. He’d told them enough since admitting his true identity for her to realise some of how he’d been treated over the years by friends and family.

“It’s obvious Richard gave this a lot of thought before approaching you. He loves you James, for who you are, no other reason. He’s not trying to replace your parents or anyone else. But you have to do this because it is what you genuinely want, not because you think it will make Richard happy.” Nicole said seriously. Harry nodded.

“Joshua said something similar when I asked him Christmas day.” Harry said, watching the other students as they worked or talked with their friends in the main hall.

“Well, sometimes he’s smarter than he looks.” She laughed as she said it and they shared a grin at the unofficial leader of the Outcasts expense.
“Have you talked to one of Richard’s friends? Maybe get an opinion from someone who’s known him longer.” She suggested.

“Thanks, I will.” Harry said, standing up.
“I’ve got to get to class but thanks again.” He waved as he ran for class. Nicole smiled as he walked away. She watched him go and made up her mind. She’d give her answer to Josh about his question when she next saw him.

Harry knocked on the door nervously. He hoped he was doing the right thing but he needed an honest answer. Jamil had frowned when he’d dropped him off and Harry had had to beg the werewolf not to tell Richard where he was, but he was now confident that Jamil would keep this meeting secret. He smiled as Micah opened the door; he’d only met the wereleopard twice and didn’t know much about him, except that Nathaniel had explained he was one of the chairpersons who ran the were-coalition thing.

“Harry, right?” Micah asked, curious as to why Richard’s cousin was at the door. Nathaniel hadn’t mentioned the boy was coming over today.

“Yes sir, is Anita home?” Harry asked, shifting nervously. Micah nodded and let him in, leading him through to the kitchen.

“Harry! Is everything all right?” Anita stood as soon as she saw the teen half hidden behind her boyfriend. Nathaniel turned from the sink to watch and smile at Harry.

“Yeah.” Harry paused, gathering his courage.
“Can I talk to you alone, please?” He pleaded slightly, trying to hide how nervous he was. He’d still never been alone with the Necromancer and that was what he needed right Richard found out that he hadn't made sure someone he trusted was still around before being alone with her he'd probably try to throttle him, but Harry needed to do this. Although Harry was reassured Nathaniel was here he did understand why Richard wouldn't be impressed with him as Harry's backup. Even Harry knew Nathaniel would choose Anita over him, although that didn't bother Harry.

“Are you sure?” Anita asked, worried about how nervous he was acting.

“Positive.” Harry managed to say calmly. Anita nodded and Micah and Nathaniel left the room. She motioned to a chair and Harry sat perched on the edge of it.

“What do you need to talk about?” Anita spoke anxiously. She didn’t try to hide her concern; the shy teen had somehow managed to find a place in her heart, even though she barely knew him.

“Richard offered to adopt me and I want to say yes but I don’t know if he really wants it or if it’s the right thing so I thought you could tell me from the point of view of someone who’s known him a long time.” Harry blurted out in one go. Anita stared at him in shocked silence, unsure about exactly what he’d said.
“Anita?”

Anita stared blankly at the teenager sitting opposite her. She replayed what he had said several times in her head before coming to the conclusion that yes, she had heard right the first time.

“Why did you come to me with this Harry? Why not one of the wolves?” She asked carefully, still confused and panicking a bit inside. After all they barley knew each other, and well, it wasn't as if they'd mixed well the first time she'd used her magic around him. The only time. Oh god, Anita chanted over and over again in her mind. How could she get out of this mess? Harry stared down, seemingly fascinated with the tabletop.

“Because you know and care about Richard. I need an as unbiased opinion as I can get and everyone says you are brutally honest no matter what. I already asked some school friends for their opinions so now I’m asking yours.” Harry finally looked up at her as he finished speaking.
“Why does Richard want to do this? Does he really want to or does he feel obligated because we’re related?” Harry’s voice revealed his nervousness and desperation, and for all Anita still tried to hide her abilities, she could smell what he couldn't hide. He really didn’t understand why Richard was offering to do this. Anitatried to breath, and not panic. Not panicking was good. Why had he picked her? She really wasn't good with relationships. Trying to think, Anita took her time to go through everything she knew of the situation and the cousins’ relationship.

“I’d say he’s doing this because he loves you and wants to give you a home that can’t be taken away. He’s changed since meeting you Harry, and it’s a change for the better. You’ve brought joy back into his life and everyone is grateful to you for that. You’ve done something I couldn’t, even when we were engaged. You’ve accepted him for who and what he is. For a long time he was consumed by self-hatred because of his beast and I’ll admit that part of that was my fault.” Anita said slowly and paused to gauge his reaction; she didn’t want to have to have this discussion more than once. Really.
“If he didn’t really want to adopt you he wouldn’t have offered, he’s still your guardian regardless. The question is, do you want this?” Anita questioned him, sitting back in her chair but keeping eye contact with Harry.

“I’ve never had a real family before. The Dursley’s never wanted me, but I was forced on them. The Weasley’s, well, they didn't want me, even when I thought they did. Sirius was the first person to ever want me who knew me before my parents died, but then he died too. Remus couldn't have me, 'cause of stuff. After that I gave up hoping but then I met Richard. He’s done a lot for me, things no one else ever has. About a month after school started I came home with some bruises because of some bullies and he was mad, but not at me. He was angry that they had hurt me and wanted them punished. Took me ages to convince him that Lan had already shown them not to do it again. I’ve never had that before and it feels…indescribable.” Harry was blushing as he fell silent after struggling to describe what he'd felt. He wasn't any good at speaking of his emotions, and he hadn’t meant to reveal that much either.

“You won’t lose that if you say no to the adoption. To Richard you’re Pack, family and nothing will ever change that. This would just make it formal so the whole world would know how much he cares.” Anita said firmly while gently placing a hand over his clenched ones. She didn’t like that he still flinched but at least he hadn’t pulled away.
“You have to do what you think is best for both of you but mainly for yourself. Richard can take care of himself.” She continued. That earnt Anita a was only a small quirk of his lips that quickly faded, but still, it was something.

“My friends said pretty much the same thing. Thanks Anita.” Harry said quietly.

“No problem. Do you want to stay for a while or head home?” Anita asked, inwardly sighing with relief that she hadn't screwed up, andknowing that Nathaniel liked having Harry around.

“I’ll stay.” Harry answered, still smiling.

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Richard watched, grinning as Harry played fetch with Padfoot in the yard. It had been a week since his talk with Requiem and everything seemed back to normal. He was looking forward to seeing Harry’s first Quidditch match tomorrow and it was all his cousin had talked about for days. The other three teams had all already played at least one match this season and finally Harry’s team had drawn one. The matches were called randomly and all four teams played multiple games. His bodyguards and Jason would also be attending to cheer the young Seeker on. Richard was a little nervous after hearing a few horror stories from Josh and Harry but he was confident that Harry knew what he was doing. After all he’d been playing for six years and was still alive and in one piece. He tossed Harry a water bottle as the teen collapsed next to him.

“Looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked as Padfoot joined them on the deck, tongue lolling. Harry had done a good job of exhausting the puppy and himself.

“Definitely. I barley got to play last year because the Toad banned me.” Harry said, pouring his remaining water into his hand for Padfoot to drink.

“Why did she ban you? You’ve never said.” Richard asked, genuinely curious. Harry had told a few stories about ‘the Toad’, the horrible Umbridge lady that had been his teacher the previous year.

“I may have gotten in a fist fight with Draco.” Harry shrugged as he answerednonchalantly.

“As in the Draco you write too at least once a week?” Richard asked, surprised at hearing that.

“We weren’t friends then, more like rivals. He was always trying to get me into trouble and he succeeded that day. He really sucked up to her, drove everyone mad.” Harry admitted as he smiled at the memories. They didn’t hurt as much anymore, Draco was a friend and family now and he had Richard as well.

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“GO JAMES!!!!” Richard winced as Jason all but screamed in his ear. Not that he blamed him. Harry had become quite graceful on the ground since beginning to train and bonding with Kek but he was pure poetry to watch once in the air. It was weird hearing people cheering for James since his cousin used Harry at home but he would put up with any name his cousin chose to see him so in his element. Richard’s heart leapt into his throat, as Harry plummeted towards the ground only to pull up at the last second, the opposing Seeker not as lucky. The game paused as people rushed onto the field but the girl was back in the air a few minutes later, shaken but still able to fly. Harry had been able to fly circles around her before, now there was no comparison between them, the snitch was as good as his unless she got incredibly lucky. Richard smiled as he saw the rest of the Outcasts in the next stand, holding up a large sign to show who they were cheering for, not that they needed to with how loudly they were screaming. Even the usually quiet Rita and Nic were getting into it.

“He’s incredible.” Jamil commented proudly. Harry had really taken to the usually silent man, treating him almost like a favoured uncle/big brother. Jamil didn’t mind and in fact seemed to reciprocate those feelings. Shang-Da simply nodded in response to his fellow enforcers comment. He wasn’t as close to Harry but he did like the kid, unless he was the victim of one Harry’s more interesting pranks and Jason’s laughter.

Jason kept his eyes locked on Harry as the teen pulled of acrobatic stunts as easily as if he was taking a stroll down the road. Harry was born to fly and he loved seeing it. His feelings towards the teen were confusing and he’d been mortified when Richard had pulled him aside to have a quiet talk. Looking back he was glad it had happened when it had, because if they had left it much later Harry would have been able to notice. Half of the time it was like having a little brother but the other half was weird. Until recently he’d had a crush on Anita after all. Then again, there were some physical similarities between the two, both short and dark haired. Personality wise they weren’t really anything alike, except, sometimes, Harry would say something, and the look in his eyes was like hers when facing an enemy, empty. Or even worse, how she was after, haunted eyes, and an expression so jaded it made you want to weep. He found himself wanting to protect Harry but he also admired his strength, for living through everything he had and still being so strong. The fact that Harry was four years his junior just helped make things worse. If he was older at least Jason could say something but he really didn’t want Richard to eviscerate him any time soon. Resolutely he pushed these thoughts aside. Now was not the grinned and stood as Harry went into another dive, his werewolf sight allowing him to pick out the small ball just out of the teens reach. The screaming reached fever pitch as Harry suddenly let go of his broom, going into freefall. He watched as Harry’s hand closed around the golden ball even as he tucked up for his landing, rolling to absorb the shock. Harry continued the roll back to his feet, raising his hand above his head to display the snitch and end the game as his broom fell to the ground a few feet away.

Harry was bouncing as they returned home, still flushed with victory. He yelped and then laughed as Jason scooped him up and carried him on his shoulders in a victory loop of the front yard, earning laughter from the others.

“Make way for the world’s best Seeker!” Jason called as they headed back to the others who were still waiting at the door. They obligingly parted and Harry ducked his head as Jason walked through the door.

“Anyone for pizza to celebrate?” Richard asked, still laughing at the two.

“Yeah!” Harry and Jason exchanged grins as they answered at the same time. Jason dropped Harry down off his shoulders, catching him easily before he could hit the ground. Impulsively Harry grabbed him in a brief hug before ducking into his room to put his broom away.

“Great game kid.” Richard said as Harry walked back in.
“Although, do you think you could hold back on the nosedives? I think you gave me a few grey hairs.” He teased gently, but there was a serious question in his eyes. Harry missed it completely.

“Thanks Richard.” Harry said absently as he collapsed on the couch beside his cousin, his eyes watching Jason as he searched for a good celebratory movie.

They were half way through Indiana Jones when the doorbell rang. As the only one no longer stuffing himself with food Harry answered it. He stared at the unfamiliar woman questioningly, his back straightening as he tensed while she stared down at him in disdain.

“Can I help you?” He asked, remaining polite.

“Where’s Richard?” She snapped.

“Richard, there’s a rude lady for you!” Harry yelled recklessly, still high on victory and sugar. He wasn’t going to let anything ruin his night, even some impolite stranger.

“What are you doing here Christine?” Richard asked, walking up behind Harry and placing a protective hand on his shoulder.

“Does the school know you live with an underage boy Richard?” She baited Richard, angrily lashing out.

“What my cousin does is none of your business lady.” Harry snapped, not liking the way she attacked Richard.
“It’s okay Harry, why don’t you go rejoin the others?” Richard said calmly, gently pushing Harry in the right direction and getting a small nod in return.

The three shifters and Wizard waited impatiently for Richard to come back. It had been half an hour already and he was still outside.

“So who is she exactly?” Harry asked, wanting to break the silence.

“Christine is a weretiger, not the nicest of people either. She’s part of the shifter coalition as well.” Jason answered him.

“Well I don’t like her.” Harry sulked earning amused grins from the others.

“You’re not the only one.” Jamil told him, straining to hear what was being said outside. They looked to the front of the house as Richard slammed the door behind him, the bodyguards tensing.

“Jason, can you stay with Harry?” Richard asked as he searched for his keys.

“Sure thing.” Jason answered, glad to spend time with his friend and possible crush.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked in concern while watching Richard.

“It’s nothing Harry, just some coalition business. Jamil, Shang-Da.” The two man stood as Richard called them.
“We’ll be back in a while. Sorry to spoil the night.” Richard gave Harry an apologetic smile as he prepared to go.

“It’s okay, just be careful.” Harry said. Richard nodded and flashed him a smile, and the three left.

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Richard smiled tiredly at the sight of Harry and Jason fast asleep on the couch. Good thing it was the weekend, because Harry had obviously wanted to wait up for him. He gently gathered Harry up, trying not to disturb him but managing to wake Jason.

“Everything okay?” The younger wolf asked sleepily.

“Fine, I’m just going to put him to bed.” Richard answered softly, careful not to wake his cousin.

“Sorry, he wanted to wait for you. Said he had something to tell you.” Jason sat up and stretched, yawning.

“Its fine, why don’t you take the spare bed for a while.” Richard suggested.

“Thanks.” Jason said, staggering to his feet and down the hall. Richard headed for Harry’s room; smiling at how different it looked now that a teenager was living in it. A metal-framed double bed had replaced the heavy oak one that used to be there and was covered in a blue and silver quilt. All the furniture was now light weight and modern. The top of the line laptop that now sat proudly on Harry’s desk had been a late Christmas gift from Draco and Remus; the rest of the desk was covered in schoolbooks and papers. Various posters covered the now light blue/green walls, most of them gifts from various Pack and Pard members although a few were from Josh. Richard smiled at the photos that held pride of place beside the bed. There was one of the two of them from Christmas as well as ones of Harry with various friends and a single photo of the Potters and Sirius. Richard managed to pull back the covers with one hand and gently lay Harry on the bed, getting a sleepy whimper from his cousin. He gently brushed Harry’s hair from his face and the teen’s eyes fluttered open sleepily.

“Rich?” Harry slurred sleepily.

“Shh, go back to sleep kid.” He whispered, pulling the covers back up to tuck Harry in.

“You’re home?” Richard chuckled; Harry asked silly questions when still mostly asleep.

“Yeah, I’m home now.” He answered.

“Good. Answers yes.” Harry mumbled before drifting fully back to sleep. Richard frowned. What was Harry saying yes too? He slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him and then froze. Could Harry have meant what he’d just thought? But it was the only unanswered question between them that he could think of. He really hoped that was the case. Now smiling Richard turned towards his room. Harry James Potter-Black-Zeeman, now that was a mouthful!